The Georgian
Fairmont Hotel
Seattle WA
amuse bouche:
greens: cheese-ness
onion soupe
ivory salmon
black & white souffle
Friday, June 30, 2006
Pike Place Virgin
3 Girls Bakery
I think the dude who took my order wanted to warn us.
It's too big. You couldn't possibly.
Kai ordered this meatloaf sandwich which turned out to be the size of my torso. I wasn't paying attention when he was ordering, I was ogling peaches and cherries. I would have made him order the fatty meatloaf on some kind of a pullman loaf, but maybe he had the right idea to let it rest on a crusty baguette, a little structure. I would have gotten lettuce and tomato, maybe a squirt of ketchup, but he added swiss.
He would have happily inhaled it on his own, but I beat him to it. My egg salad on sourdough was dense and eggy, but needed something, maybe pickles. Different from the yolks I know: the yellow was like a Easter sunday buttercream yellow, the white was like snow. The tomato was awesome, the greens poked out from the sandwich like a flouncy bedskirt.
And this was just 11:30.
Piroshky Piroshky
Sauerkraut and the eggy yeasty pastry: yuck.
I think the dude who took my order wanted to warn us.
It's too big. You couldn't possibly.
Kai ordered this meatloaf sandwich which turned out to be the size of my torso. I wasn't paying attention when he was ordering, I was ogling peaches and cherries. I would have made him order the fatty meatloaf on some kind of a pullman loaf, but maybe he had the right idea to let it rest on a crusty baguette, a little structure. I would have gotten lettuce and tomato, maybe a squirt of ketchup, but he added swiss.
He would have happily inhaled it on his own, but I beat him to it. My egg salad on sourdough was dense and eggy, but needed something, maybe pickles. Different from the yolks I know: the yellow was like a Easter sunday buttercream yellow, the white was like snow. The tomato was awesome, the greens poked out from the sandwich like a flouncy bedskirt.
And this was just 11:30.
Piroshky Piroshky
Sauerkraut and the eggy yeasty pastry: yuck.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
Town Hall
Town Hall
San Francisco, CA
Chopped salad. Dressing was too sweet.
Halibut
Cherry Chocolate Dumplings.
Delicious.
San Francisco, CA
Chopped salad. Dressing was too sweet.
Halibut
Cherry Chocolate Dumplings.
Delicious.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Vera Cruz
Vera Cruz
Bedford Street, Williamsburg
Pony once told me that Vera Cruz is her favorite Mexican joint in town. You gotta trust a gal from Texas, someone who grew up eating beans and tortillas as a snack after school (instead of Pringles, like me), someone who has traveled all around Mexico.
I don't like any place that has shredded lettuce as garnish. The vegatables seemed to have been soaked in some kind of acid/vinegar bath. Weird. The steak in the enchiladas were tender, but needed seasoning. Maybe even salt.
Apparently, I did not learn my lesson after Tacos Matamoros. But then again, I have never been to Mexico, and I still think that Cocina de Luz in Telluride is the best Mexican in the world. What the hell do I know?
I forgot to mention the crowd. The table next to us were a bunch of hospital workers still in their scrubs, ordering Beck's Dark and Guinness to go with their burritos. To my right, hipster girls in 70's plastic eyeglasses, droopy dresses, counting their cash and deciding to go for sushi instead. I've always hated the East Village, and its remarkable how many East Villagers now live in Williamsburg.
Bedford Street, Williamsburg
Pony once told me that Vera Cruz is her favorite Mexican joint in town. You gotta trust a gal from Texas, someone who grew up eating beans and tortillas as a snack after school (instead of Pringles, like me), someone who has traveled all around Mexico.
I don't like any place that has shredded lettuce as garnish. The vegatables seemed to have been soaked in some kind of acid/vinegar bath. Weird. The steak in the enchiladas were tender, but needed seasoning. Maybe even salt.
Apparently, I did not learn my lesson after Tacos Matamoros. But then again, I have never been to Mexico, and I still think that Cocina de Luz in Telluride is the best Mexican in the world. What the hell do I know?
I forgot to mention the crowd. The table next to us were a bunch of hospital workers still in their scrubs, ordering Beck's Dark and Guinness to go with their burritos. To my right, hipster girls in 70's plastic eyeglasses, droopy dresses, counting their cash and deciding to go for sushi instead. I've always hated the East Village, and its remarkable how many East Villagers now live in Williamsburg.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Dumont Burger
Dumont Burger
314 Bedford, Williamsburg
It's like a saloon, but it's Williamsburg. I can't believe how many men groom here. I also can't believe how many people still wear trucker caps.
My mini burger was overcooked, but I liked the ciabatta. The fries were handcut. The Bibb lettuce is nice. The bread and butter pickles are a tad sweet for my taste, but a lovely touch.
314 Bedford, Williamsburg
It's like a saloon, but it's Williamsburg. I can't believe how many men groom here. I also can't believe how many people still wear trucker caps.
My mini burger was overcooked, but I liked the ciabatta. The fries were handcut. The Bibb lettuce is nice. The bread and butter pickles are a tad sweet for my taste, but a lovely touch.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Thursday, June 01, 2006
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