Chimichurri and the Portsmouth Spring Restaurant Ritual.  Every year as the seasons change I leave my Northern weekend ski ‘home’ in the White Mountains and return back to the civilization of the Seacoast. Something about Mud Season/Spring and it’s longer, sunnier (but not a heck of a lot warmer) days makes me want to wander the streets of Portsmouth and explore the culinary scene once again. This is especially true after spending short, cold days skiing and gorging on mediocre pub food as far as the eye can see. I want a truffle, a micro green (actually anything green) and preferably not one that’s been deep fried. And so begins my Portsmouth Spring restaurant exploration ritual, where I make the rounds of Portsmouth’s finest, and remember why I love the area.