Ever since the summer of '19, where a younger and more impressionable version of myself had a seared tuna fillet in Santa Monica Oyster Bar in California, the dish had been living rent-free in my head. Yes, it's a dish which had its hey-day in the '90s, but in my defense, I wasn't born yet. Late is better than never, and thirty years down the road, I'm just discovering how good the classics can be.  Because the...