Bothell, WA
Heading north on the I-5, I decided on Kai's behalf that it would be best if we stopped at a sports bar to watch the Brazil v. France game. We searched high and lo, up and down the Riese restaurant littered strip malls until we tracked down 2 young ladies soaking in some sun on Applebee's outdoor furniture.
"Is there, like, a sports bar around here? We're dying to watch the World Cup," I say.
They look puzzled, but suggest a place called Guayma's just down the street. This after stopping at Outback Steakhouse, local diners, Qdoba's, god knows what else.
We couldn't find it. Made a bad turn, despite the GPS gadget. Exasperated, I popped into a teeny taqueria - the Mexicans had to be watching. The wonderful hostess told us how to get to downtown Bothell, where the action was, but we eventaully found Guayma's on the other side of the road, forcing us to make a very illegal u-turn.
Brazil played badly. And the tacos were terrible. Bitter red onions to mask the taste of stringy, flavorless, dry pork.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
Campagne/Dahlia Lounge
Campagne
Inn at the Market
It's true that we could have taken a 2 day break from eating. We sure had enough stored to keep us going. Nevertheless, we ordered a charcuteries plate of rillettes and pate. Tasty, but I'm sad that I wasn't hungry enough to really experience what this well regarded restaurant had to offer.
After all, we had a lovely seat in the courtyard.
Dahlia Lounge
We were determined to have a Tom Douglas experience while in Seattle. We were told that Etta's is a better joint for brunch, so we strolled to the Dahlia lounge for dessert.
Strange desserts. Curry and chocolate do not mix.
Inn at the Market
It's true that we could have taken a 2 day break from eating. We sure had enough stored to keep us going. Nevertheless, we ordered a charcuteries plate of rillettes and pate. Tasty, but I'm sad that I wasn't hungry enough to really experience what this well regarded restaurant had to offer.
After all, we had a lovely seat in the courtyard.
Dahlia Lounge
We were determined to have a Tom Douglas experience while in Seattle. We were told that Etta's is a better joint for brunch, so we strolled to the Dahlia lounge for dessert.
Strange desserts. Curry and chocolate do not mix.
Oceanaire
Oceanaire
7th & Olive
Seattle WA
Tracy's brother suggested a joint called Oceanaire, which I mistook to be inside the W hotel, replete with silly portholes and other hokey details. Then, on Monday afternoon, at the least opportune moment, there it was. Street corner, sea foam neon lights and rotating brass beckoning.
We'd been circling the block for a Torrefazione retail store (which did not exist.) It was time for a drink.
I didn't know what to expect. The hostess gave us a bit of grief about not having a reservation. It was 5 o'clock and enormous people in lime green colored polo shirts were seated at the bar, eating platters of ....
Seafood.
It's all about seafood. We were just going to stop in for a drink and one (read: 1) snack. Kick off with a glass of Lucien Albrecht Brut Rose, and some delicate, cucumbery and buttery Pacific NW oysters which *nearly made me cry. Kai felt compelled to order the Kona Kampachi with hijiki, gorgeous feathery textures which also almost *made me cry. (For a guy who grew up hating fish and loving his sausages and kraut, he devoured every sliver of fish and sea-ness on the plate.)
Somewhere in between I ordered a gigantic plate of salt and vinegar fries and a side of rainbow chard (sauteed with bacon and garlic). Then I decided that I needed a bowl of moules to go with the frites (reverse order noted,) which also *made me want to cry. By this time, I was on my very healthy pour of the Hayman & Hill Pinot Noir.
We would have kept going - Kai had his eye on the Kurobuta Pork Chop, me on halibut or salmon - but we had to move on.
Next time, we make a reservation, bring friends, order everything on the menu, and have a Bakes Alaska for dessert. I don't care if it's a chain or franchise or whatever it is, it was some of the most gorgeous fish we'd experienced in the Pacific NW.
http://www.theoceanaire.com/#Seattle
7th & Olive
Seattle WA
Tracy's brother suggested a joint called Oceanaire, which I mistook to be inside the W hotel, replete with silly portholes and other hokey details. Then, on Monday afternoon, at the least opportune moment, there it was. Street corner, sea foam neon lights and rotating brass beckoning.
We'd been circling the block for a Torrefazione retail store (which did not exist.) It was time for a drink.
I didn't know what to expect. The hostess gave us a bit of grief about not having a reservation. It was 5 o'clock and enormous people in lime green colored polo shirts were seated at the bar, eating platters of ....
Seafood.
It's all about seafood. We were just going to stop in for a drink and one (read: 1) snack. Kick off with a glass of Lucien Albrecht Brut Rose, and some delicate, cucumbery and buttery Pacific NW oysters which *nearly made me cry. Kai felt compelled to order the Kona Kampachi with hijiki, gorgeous feathery textures which also almost *made me cry. (For a guy who grew up hating fish and loving his sausages and kraut, he devoured every sliver of fish and sea-ness on the plate.)
Somewhere in between I ordered a gigantic plate of salt and vinegar fries and a side of rainbow chard (sauteed with bacon and garlic). Then I decided that I needed a bowl of moules to go with the frites (reverse order noted,) which also *made me want to cry. By this time, I was on my very healthy pour of the Hayman & Hill Pinot Noir.
We would have kept going - Kai had his eye on the Kurobuta Pork Chop, me on halibut or salmon - but we had to move on.
Next time, we make a reservation, bring friends, order everything on the menu, and have a Bakes Alaska for dessert. I don't care if it's a chain or franchise or whatever it is, it was some of the most gorgeous fish we'd experienced in the Pacific NW.
http://www.theoceanaire.com/#Seattle
Sunday, July 02, 2006
The Restaurant at Salish Lodge
The Salish Lounge
Snoqualmie/River Falls WA
What's with Duval-Leroy in this part of the country?
Hot Rocks: Tuna, Halibut, Salmon.
Local Beets
Iris Hill Pinot Noir
Ivory Salmon with Citrus Mashed Potatoes and Merlot Reduction?
Rabbit Tasting
Chocolate something.
Cream Cheese,Tahitian Vanilla, local Huckleberry Ice Cream.
pass out.
You wanna hear about the tall stack of pancakes and the huevos rancheros for at leat 4 people the morning after?
Snoqualmie/River Falls WA
What's with Duval-Leroy in this part of the country?
Hot Rocks: Tuna, Halibut, Salmon.
Local Beets
Iris Hill Pinot Noir
Ivory Salmon with Citrus Mashed Potatoes and Merlot Reduction?
Rabbit Tasting
Chocolate something.
Cream Cheese,Tahitian Vanilla, local Huckleberry Ice Cream.
pass out.
You wanna hear about the tall stack of pancakes and the huevos rancheros for at leat 4 people the morning after?
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Bluewater Cafe
Bluewater Cafe
Vancouver BC
The bread was warm.
The dungeoness crab at the next table looked gorgeous, but my sushi seemed...fake. Am I crazy?
Kai had some beautiful gamy lamb...doused with powerful pesto.
The Strawberry and Basil Panna Cotta was some of the spongiest weirdest densest panna cotta ever. More like a mousse. Would have been tastier frozen. Pass.
Vancouver BC
The bread was warm.
The dungeoness crab at the next table looked gorgeous, but my sushi seemed...fake. Am I crazy?
Kai had some beautiful gamy lamb...doused with powerful pesto.
The Strawberry and Basil Panna Cotta was some of the spongiest weirdest densest panna cotta ever. More like a mousse. Would have been tastier frozen. Pass.
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