My pathetic Seattle Restaurant Week in review
It has been a while since I posted anything. My short attention span got the better of me and this blog was neglected in favor of watching the Voice, making Christmas cards, and playing Dance Central… Doesn’t take much. So I am going to blame the delay of this post on Psy and his Gangnam Style.
This October (stop judging!) I participated in the saddest and most lonely Seattle Restaurant Week, ever! Many cities partake in this awesome event and Seattle does it well, thus creating a perfect opportunity to enjoy trying a few new places.
But this year was filled with
the devil events that continued to interfere with my eating. I had everything worked out… Sunday, dinner with Lia at Salish Lodge. Tuesday, lunch at the Georgian and dinner at Boat Street Cafe. Wednesday lunch at Trace and dinner with Lia at Tango. Thursday lunch at the Pink Door and dinner at Art Restaurant and Lounge.
That would have been my record! SEVEN places during restaurant week? I would have gotten an award! But then it all started falling apart… I felt bad asking Lia to come to dinner multiple times and then she completely bailed… I unexpectedly sold my car, so I was suddenly relying on Bryan to pick me up at the bus station and he goes to bed at like 8pm (not a joke). And then my mother-flippin-frick-fraking temporary crown popped off of my tooth!
Yeah. More tooth problems! And the night it happened and I had to use the dentists’ “only in case of dental emergency” number where I left a class A D-bag message for the dentist, then proceeded to cry that I wasn’t going to be able to eat at all my restaurants! My week was proving to be a embarrassing fail.
So due to all of these exciting events I only made it out to TWO participating Seattle Restaurant Week locations with a quick stop at my favorite sustainable sandwich shop, Homegrown in Capitol Hill. But lucky for me, one of my Restaurant Week stops was a spur of the moment lunch with a very wonderful old friend.
Now, before I talk about my two restaurants, let’s talk about my love affair with Melrose Market. From the cheese shop (Calf and Kid) to the gift shop (Butter Home) to the oysters paired with wine (Taylor Shellfish) to the sandwiches (Homegrown)… even the butcher sells soft pretzels (Rain Shadow Meats)! Be warned that the photo below may cause immediate hunger or insane jealousy. I’m already jealous of myself and angry that I don’t have this sandwich in my hand right now.
Now, back to my sad Restaurant Week story from two months ago…
Since I was in downtown Seattle for the week, I checked in on Facebook, to the Washington State Convention Center and like magic, my buddy Angelo saw it and we made plans for lunch! Facebook may be useless for most things, but this is the stuff that I do enjoy about it. We decided to meet at Dahlia Lounge, which unfortunately was not a NEW place for me, but you can’t really beat a 3-course $15 lunch at a known-to-be-tasty restaurant!
While everything at Dahlia was tasty, there were a few things that I might have whined about. Like, if you list “mint” as an ingredient, I best taste some MINT! Or that the dessert was a smidge too salty for me, which means it must have been CRAZY salty, cause I love me some SALT. And lastly, that my friendship with Angelo nearly came to an end when he said that he “was not a fan of salmon.”
“NOT A FAN OF SALMON” – quote by Angelo
Who lives in Seattle and doesn’t like salmon? Who is ASIAN and doesn’t like a type of fish?! Lucky for me, he decided to order the same meal and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Because I of my having to bus it in from BFE (aka My Home or Jensiuchi B&B), I had to rely on Starbucks to provide me with hot coffee and breakfast each morning. This also meant showing up to sessions 30 minutes before anyone else. I felt like that kid in class who finishes eating their entire brown bag lunch while everyone else stands in line for hot lunch. That seriously was me growing up, but with a peanut butter and fluff sandwich and chopped up apples. MMMmm!
On my last day downtown, I decided to go for a fancy dinner at Art Restaurant and Lounge located at the base of the Four Seasons Seattle. Alone. But before I left the Convention Center, I wanted to check the distance I would be walking. Some of us like to plan these things when walking in the city with heels and lugging a bunch of junk. Now, if you have an iPhone or are connected to the world at all, you would know that Apple changed from Google Maps to their own and they suck. Well, I found out firsthand how much they suck when I typed in “Art” and it pulled up pins all over, except for the one actually named Art Restaurant and Lounge.
Apple maps made me so angry, I must have angry speed walked to the restaurant because I arrived before they opened for dinner and was forced to have some drinks in the lounge while I waited. After I finished being annoyed by the drunk 40-yr-old ladies next to me, Art Restaurant quickly eased my angryness (yes, it’s a word cause I say so) with a lovely seat by a window.
Before we continue, I have to mention to ricotta on my salad plate. It was possibly the BEST ricotta I have ever had. It was light and fluffy with the perfect texture for a ricotta. Seriously. I thought they handmade it in the back, but it’s apparently some giant brand in Italy. So I may be lame and just an inexperienced cheese eater.
I do find it quite admirable; the fancy restaurants trying to pull off comfort desserts, but they just don’t work most of the time. While the ice cream was REALLY good, nothing else on the dessert plate screamed at me. The dessert is forgivable though, considering the salmon was good enough that I scraped my plate clean. And considering I probably consumed a bottle of wine, the end of the meal was no longer relevant.
Stay tuned for another belated post about my recent trip to the Herbfarm. Yeah, I finally went and have been in a food coma since then.