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Spinasse Dinner: Italian Heaven in Seattle

Delicate lovely Italian restaurant Spinasse was a request on my part because I wanted to feel the Tajarin Love. Even before we had ordered (though I had been reading and rereading the menu and photos on yelp and Foodspotting for a few days, so I was quite ready) we were greeted with an amuse bouche of a salmon mousse on bread cracker. Our waitress was very patient and generous with big smiles and checking in while leaving us alone as we lingered throughout our meal, eating slowly and savoring the flavors… and also because we were full even before we walked in. But we were determined to enjoy anyway!

We started our overindulgance (ok, this was my fault again) with Antipasto misto della casa, which is “A taste of all our house antipasti”. That’s right, instead of picking I just picked them all, muahaha. For this visit, that included

Spinasse Dinner Seattle antipasto

  • Pio Tosini prosciutto di Parma Prosciutto di Parma aged 14 months with marinated apricots.
  • Bruschetta di salmone Cured salmon bruschetta with Spinasse’s own ricotta and roasted beet.
  • Insalata di cicoria di campo, a local chicory salad with marinated rabbit, parmigiano-reggiano and balsamico.
  • Insalata rusa, a Summer Russian salad with carrots, cherry tomatoes, spring onion, salsa tonnata and anchovy.

These were delicious, I loved the textures and slight bitterness with the chicory salad that was balanced with the rabbit contrasted with the parmigiano-reggiano saltiness and acidic yet sweet aged balsamico; the prosciutto was a generous portion that I layered atop the soft bread; the bruschetta had the bright roasted beets where I made sure not to lose a single little cube; and my favorite of the four was the Insalata ruso with the flavors of the carrots and cherry tomatoes with the creaminess of the salsa tonnata.

Ah, and then the promised and well reviewed Tajarin al ragù o burro e salvia, a fine hand cut egg pasta with ragù or butter and sage. I went with butter and sage because I wanted to taste the handmade pasta in all its subtle detail. It was ridiculously amazing, I think I could have eaten that pasta dough raw with the butter and sage out of the way because that pasta was just so fresh and good. The strands of the pasta were just so impossibly thin, like the gold thread you would expect Rumpelstiltskin to spin. Each forkful is luscious and melt in your mouth- though that could have also been the ridiculous amount of butter. Well, that’s why I agreed to try out a Flywheel spin class the next morning at 6am- so no worries about what I’m eating here. If the reward after every spin class was this dish, I would buy a membership today. I tried not to scare other diners by letting them see my eyes roll back as I enjoyed these exquisite silky strands sprinkled with Parmesan .

Spinasse Dinner Seattle tajarin

We finished with the Anatra con prunge, a dish of braised duck leg with plums, tremiti olives and basil. So complex in flavors, with each of the components really great on their own, and a symphony all together. But boy was I uncomfortably full, and also mad at the Unicorn and my lack of forethought earlier when ordering at Skillet Diner. I had read that Spinasse had been called the best Italian in Seattle, which I wondered if that was hype… but it really isn’t.

Spinasse Dinner dinner duck leg

Seriously, just looking at the tajarin again and this video which highlights how they create the pasta and the dish, I want to go eat it right now, and I just ate it for dinner the other night… Except this time I would save up so I could order more rather than having 2 other meals that were not Spinasse that day. I have a crush on Spinasse and want to stalk it- how fortunate for it that it is located in Seattle and not where I live.

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A most delicious brunch at Skillet Diner, Seattle… and then there was Unicorn

I was in Seattle for business, but decided to visit a friend and combine work and pleasure. Arriving by Amtrak by noon, we then walked from the West Lake area to the Capital Hill neighborhood, the neighborhood that sort of became our neighborhood theme for this trip.

By accident, we ended up on that Sunday at Skillet Diner. We arrived towards the end of the Brunch rush around 2pmish, and we were only two people and willing to sit at the counter, reducing our wait to perhaps only 10 minutes or so, though the mid-70s sunny weather and the seats and benches outside made the waiting quite tolerable. We ordered a liquid libation (even though we had “rested” after our walk up the hill with a sangria margarita at Bimbos Cantina just before- we think that drink made us realize how much we needed food).

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Also, we each ordered our own entree, and I ordered poutine to share on top… even though we also had dinner plans at 6pm. Will we be smarter next time? Maybe, not sure. I do want to go back- I had a hard time selecting from the menu, and that was just the brunch menu, not the dinner diner one. Why didn’t they tell me I can buy the bacon jam to take home on that brunch menu!

The poutine – hand-cut fries,gravy, cheddar, herbs – was serviceable but a little too soggy, and after being spoiled by the curds of cheese in the crisper fries of the poutine of Potato Champion here in Portland, Skillet Diner’s version didn’t shine.  It does absorb alcohol though. She had the “the ultimate grilled cheese” with brie, cheddar and american cheeses on brioche toast with the addition of bacon jam, which was delicious. I had been eyeing it too… in retrospect we should have shared it.

But I greedily ordered another entree based on the raves on Foodspotting, a pork belly & cornmeal maple braised waffle with 2 eggs (I chose sunny side up for the runny yolk). Individually, the pieces were ok, but carefuly composed on a fork together, they were a combination of yolky richness and salty fatty porkyness and sweet and mealy with slight crispy softness waffle.

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We should have stopped there. But we were feeling adventurous, and so we stopped at the Unicorn. Animals looked down from the walls of the first floor (we didn’t know there was a second floor that included videogames until later) including the bar side where the bar is colorfully painted with rainbow of colors and a water buffalo had a cigarette dangling from its lip. We sat in the booth with zebra pattern back and an aqua and black striped window outlined with a fancy valentine heart of red glitter as a unicorn in a shampoo commercial looked down upon us.

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The drink we shared, Unicorn Jizz, of Three Olives Mango Vodka, triple sec, OJ, sweet ‘n’ sour, grenadine, Sprite, hurt our digestive system for the rest of the night. It also brought up memories and conversations of what you drink when you are in young and in college and the college Greek system. We were amused as we also read the menu and shuddered at other mixed drinks with Bubblegum Vodka, shots of cotton candy or cupcake vodka dropped into energy drinks, other beverage names such as Morning Wood and Thug Passion, and a food menu that offered no less than 10 versions of corndogs and a sweet section that included deep frying with Hershey’s kiss battered objects like Twinkies, Oreos and Reeses Pieces. It definitely seems like the kind of place that can f you up. When we told one of our younger designer friends of it, I would say he was “impressed” we visited.

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Brave Horse Tavern & Serious Biscuit, Spur in Seattle

I happen to be a fan of of the Tom Douglas Restaurants empire- at this point I’ve experienced the output of four of his twelve restaurants. I’ve tried Serious Pie pizza for lunch (delivered to the office I was visiting), the doughnuts of Dahlia Bakery, happy hour at Palace Kitchen, and a breakfast at Serious Biscuit. For another visit to Seattle recently, I revisited one place while increasing my total by visiting a new Tom Douglas concept. As before, I was not disappointed- it is quite dependable.

Previous eatings: doughnuts at Dahlia Bakery. Also, at Serious Biscuit, the fried chicken with Buttermilk Biscuit and tabasco black pepper gravy (both soothing me with its creaminess and making my tongue tingle with every bite). I added a smothering of Beecher’s cheddar to mine, and that boneless hunk o chicken was juicy and extremely crispy, holding up to the generous drenching of gravy.

This time, I went to Brave Horse Tavern for their all day Sunday happy hour, and also for Serious Biscuit in the morning for a second breakfast visit. At Brave Horse Tavern, I tried their hand made pretzel with 3 of their spreads: beer cheddar fondue, sour cream and crispy onion, and smoked peanut butter and bacon. While half the table liked it the traditional way with the mustard on the table, I was a fan of the smoked peanut butter and bacon. The other two were ok but didn’t leave much of an impression beyond that. On the other hand, it was a much different atmosphere at Brave horse then I had seen at the others which had been a bit more of an urban modernity feel. Brave Horse Tavern had a much more casual open feel, including big open tables like you would expect in Lucky Lab here in Portland or a brauhaus in Germany. Not sure whether it was because it was all day Sunday happy hour or not, but the other patrons leaned more towards late 20s to mid 30s and had a flirty vibe of comraderie and outgoing energy.

For breakfast the next day, I went with the other choice that had tempted me my first visit: their biscuit with truffled frittata,tomato caper relish, arugula  and I ordered that same  tabasco black pepper gravy on the side… wow, it came in a big mug for me to dunk my forkfuls. I don’t like their biscuits enough to have them plain without gravy- they still seem a little dry and hard on the outside instead of flakey (although the inside is moist), probably because they aren’t oven fresh, making it an ok but not particularly special. But, put that biscuit with all that other wonderful stuff they offer together though and I ate every single bite and stayed full and satisfied for most of the rest of the day. Just like the last time, this is a knife and fork kind of meal.

Between these two visits to Tom Douglas restaurants was a fabulous dinner at Spur Gastropub. At first, when our table of 7 received our initial small plates of the Castlefranco Radicchio Salad with candied pecan, blue cheese, and sorrel and the Winter Beet Salad they have with buttermilk, caraway, and arugula, we were unimpressed, though at least the beet salad had a little surprise with the beet powder to add a bit of grit texture.The Slow Cooked Pork Cheeks with white bean, leek and guanciale or the Veal Sweetbreads with braised greens, squash and apple also were not memorable.

However, we were delighted with other dishes. The Sockeye Salmon Crostini ($4 each) with mascarpone, caper, and pickled shallot was a wonderful combination though only worth $1 per bite, if you nibbled. Yeah, these tasted wonderful but if you have to order 2-3 dishes per person and these dishes are already the price of a normal entree at a restaurant, your bill adds up- probably $50 a person along not counting drinks or dessert. Don’t come in super hungry and wanting to get full quickly- you want to come to mostly converse and nibble your dinner as you go.

Each of these, and every single dish actually, was plated beautifully… too bad the extremely dark lighting of the restaurant made it difficult to appreciate (and capture). Some pin lighting just in the middle of the table to spotlight the food but still leave everyone in romatic candelight would have been a better compromise instead of having everyone peer at their food. Just by luck, later in the evening I happened to accidentally set my camera to “action” setting which ended up with the more intake of what light there was towards the end of these pictures- but those are definitely brighter then it was actually looking down at our table.

Our favorite dishes, and I could have eaten it just all by myself (it was a dish that disappeared in minutes as we passed it around the table family style) included the Black Truffle Gnocchi  with baby turnip, parmesan, and greens that melted too quickly in decadance on your tongue, as did the perfectly cooked Wagyu Sirloin with rutabaga, pear and mustard. The Merguez Sausage with chick pea, harissa and tender herbs offered a bit of spark with its spicyness. The Pork Belly Sliders topped with celery root, apple and smoke (hey, that’s what the menu lists) on soft buttery brioche also went down quite easily- we somehow found the room even as we were already getting filled up because it was so tasty. The Tagliatelle with duck egg, oyster mushroom and pine nut was an ok dish that is evidently popular and a regualr on the menu, but since it followed after the Black Truffle Gnocchi it couldn’t quite measure up to that previous dish.

The three desserts were ordered were all good in different ways. The Parsnip, Banana, Coconut, sponge cake, crumble, ice cream was a tropical light respite from the dinner but I thought needed something else to balance it like a small touch of earthiness, maybe mint? I appreciated the play of textures here though. Meanwhile the Chocolate, Pistachio, Pear, sorbet, pudding cake, praline dessert offered the rich chocolate luxury. Finally, the Passion Fruit, Grapefruit, Fromage Blanc, custard, sorbet, streusel dessert plate cleansed and refreshed.

I would definitely try Spur again- the ones that were a hit were amazing, while others were meh- so I might do a little research next time to see what people highlight in reviews next time I visit. And, I’ll come when it doesn’t get dark so quickly so I can appreciate my food. I would also go with a group: the small plates concept they have going here is playful and modern, which tastewise sometimes paid off handsomely, and sometimes not in anything but posing as cool looking. So you want to up your chances of getting something great by ordering a lot of dishes- and also see my earlier comment about the price and pace.

I’m not sure why it’s called a gastropub since their trendy cocktail list offered some interesting concoctions but there wasn’t as much to choose from beer-wise, and the setup definitely is more of a cocktail and place then beer. Thankfully, this also meant the service was much smoother and polished then I might expect at a gastropub- thanks Jared! Overall, I would like to support their continue experimentation and pushing of the boundaries.

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Recently in Seattle… Tavern Law cocktails, Lunch at Revel

I love the concept of Tavern Law and their beverages (you’ll just have to trust me on this one because they do not have anything useful on their website). Their tiny kitchen right next to the bar is pushing out little small plates like the tempting mac and cheese with duck fat crumbs on top. But the space is very small, and the standing room is awkward because you are inevitably in the way between a bar stool and another stool by the center counters, or between chairs at tables… Their seats really seems much like you in the library of someone’s home, which I suppose does go with their speakeasy theme. The best place to sit is at the bar- otherwise as they craft these cocktails and also try to deliver the small plates they can’t really get around to check on anyone for refills very often.

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I started out with the Flip of  Lusty Lady (pictured) and finished up with the Angry Unicorn Project (not pictured- it’s quite a manly scotchy drink) as we admired pretty people around us (some lucky ones who had made reservations and went though the show of using the phone on the wall before being let into the secret passageway upstairs) before we met up with everyone in the group and went to dinner at small plates restaurant Lark a few blocks away.

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Lunch at Revel which serves an urbanized modern take on Korean was amazing- and the counter where you can sit and watch your food prepared in a kitchen so open stretches across the whole bar but is also like a kitchen in a home. We started out with a light salad of Hearts of palm, spinach, smoked peanut, miso vinaigrette- even though we did talk about their corned lamb salad. We shared a rice bowl of Albacore tuna, fennel kimchi, escarole which they advertised with egg yolk, and it was ok, but would have been so much better if it had been a shared stone bowl, which is what I had been expecting. Meanwhile we also shared the decent noodle dish of Dungeness crab, seaweed noodle, creme fraiche, spicy red curry.

We tried each of their pancakes (the Kale, walnut, arugula, pecorino was surprisingly my favorite over the Pork belly, kimchi, bean sprout one or the Squid, chick peas, pickled padron pepper one) and also each of their dumplings which brought back good memories of the half a hand size potstickers of old Hong Min. For the dumplings, we all swooned over the rich Cauliflower ricotta, black truffle sesame, pickled leek dumpling, which blew out of the water the other two options of Shrimp and bacon, pickled ginger, cilantro dumpling and the Short rib, shallot, scallion dumpling. I definitely want to make it a visit the next time I go to Seattle for personal reasons.

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Seattle Lunch, Dinner, Breakfast

A lunch at Matt’s in the Market was a delectable fresh halibut sandwich with a salad which was a special of the day- our table got the last two sandwiches they had to offer during our lunch at noon. The fish was delicate and tender, fortunately the crusty but doughy bun held it together. The sandwich was accompanied by what was dubbed a simple green salad but with its touch of toasted pumpkin seeds, crumbled bleu cheese, and roasted garlic dressing was a blockbuster of bold flavors to contrast the gentleness of the fish sandwich. The space was very clean with mostly sunshine and woods and open air (including the open kitchen) to highlight the simplicity but hustle and bustle of this Pike Place Market space.

Dinner at Poppy was something I had looked forward to- so often that I had visited the website to torture myself with what I would order several times before the final arrival at the restaurant in the trendy Capital Hill neighborhood. The restaurant presents its entrees in the style of Indian thalis, which are meals served on a tray in which multiple small portions are plated in individual bowls and plates or compartments, almost like a mix between bento boxes and tapas but which are intended to be eaten in any order and whatever mix you wish. There usually is at least one portion which includes a dhal (soup or thin stew), basic vegetable side, a creamy curd or yogurty side (which balances any heat from the typically curry main), a small pickled relishy acid offering, naan or crispy pappadum for carbs (Indian bread), and a rich main.

At Poppy you can select from 7 item or 10 item thalis. Since I was insisting we have the eggplant fries with sea salt and honey which were so raved about on their Yelp reviews and we wanted the dessert thali (a variation of the same idea with multiple small sweets collected in a tray) we edited ourselves to the 7 item entrees. The eggplant fries were a good balance of the crispness from the battered outside but melt in your mouth on the inside, with just a touch of salt and honey to balance the frying treatment. I also started with my first cocktail (I had three… so maybe I ordered as many drinks as the cost of my entree), what was called the “Tomato Trap: ripe tomato, aquavit, lemon, lovage”. The cocktail was a disappointment- I was expecting a stronger tomato profile, and it was nothing compared to the amazing sangritas I had at Teardrop Lounge.

Sorry for the dark lighting- there is only so much you can do without a flash. For the next course my beverage was the “Papi Delicious:  tequila, curacao, red bell pepper, jalapenos, lime, mint” which again, disappointed me with its weak pepper and jalapeno body- the Calapooia Chili beer, an amber ale with fresh Anaheim, Serrano, and Jalapeno peppers had taken better advantage of the cool and heat combination then this drink did and that was a beer, so sadness.

I did love my entree- maybe not all the offerings within it, but overall I would definitely love to give Poppy another try. I went with the fish 7-item thali, which included neah bay salmon with a lemon hollandaise sauce on lentils, pumpkin vanilla soup, carrot leek and salad, roasted squash, corn and basil spoonbread, plum-shiso pickle and nigella poppy naan.

The standouts here were the creamy spoonbread- definitely an inspiration for a future autumn or Thanksgiving dish, and the salmon with the lentils was a good play of the lightness of the fish and light handed hollandaise with the texture of the lentils. The pumpkin vanilla soup was wonderful to start with, but the vanilla became stronger and stronger as consumed so I tried to balance it with the naan and pickles and no longer enjoy it by spoonfuls. The naan was ok but nothing special- plenty of naan I’ve had is superior- and the same with the one note roasted squash. The salad was the worst- it had a taste like it had been sitting in Tupperware so long it had taken in the taste of the plastic container.

Dessert started out with a cocktail that was the best of the three that evening: “Lemon Verbena Drop: lemon vodka, lemon verbena, limoncello, lemon juice”. This was fresh and tart without being overwhelming sweet or sour like most lemon drops are: the use of lemon verbena and limoncello instead of just lemon juice and sugar gives it a good zing, with the lemon verbena tempering the lemon acid while also upping how refreshing it is both on the palate and aroma.

The Dessert Thali: we were offered a choice of one dessert choice, one ice cream choice, plus the other thali assortments would include lavender shortbread, nutter-butter squares, passion fruit pâtes de fruit, and salted caramel truffle. For the dessert choice we went with coffee-avocado ice cream sandwich with mocha rum dipping sauce, and for the ice cream we went with the Guiness buttercrunch.

The best of the tray were the nutter butter squares in its intensity, followed by the ice cream sandwich. The Guiness buttercrunch didn’t have the Guiness taste to it really, only the buttercrunch gave it some interesting texture and malty flavor. The chocolate ginger cookie was actually quite good and chewy- I wish I had thought to tear it up and mix it with the ice cream but in that kind of martini presentation there isn’t really room for that but that would have really elevated the dish in flavor. The salted caramel truffle was mostly mocha with not enough salt or caramel to balance the heaviness of the chocolate. The lavendar shortbread had too much lavendar and was remiscent of soap, sorry.

The hangover breakfast the next day was at Serious Biscuit, just a block or so away as the Halloween party that caused our hangover. Tom Douglas really does have an empire of food establishments in Seattle, but I can’t say I don’t like this eithers, even though I really hate his website with its difficulty in finding menus and confusing navigation and more space given to the icon/typography of the restaurant then evoking the feel of the restaurant or its food. Still. We both couldn’t resist fried chicken with our Serious Buttermilk Biscuit and tabasco black pepper gravy (both soothing me with its creaminess and making my tongue tingle with every bite). I added a smothering of Beecher’s cheddar to mine, while my peer went with “the Zach” which embellished hers with egg and bacon. That boneless hunk o chicken was juicy and extremely crispy, holding up to the generous drenching of spicy gravy.

Thank you to my coworker for a serious adventure to and at and from Seattle. Although our work relationship started out a little bristly, now we know it’s because we are both so awesome . I can’t believe even though I had my camera and captured our eatings and drinkings that I didn’t take a photo of us in our pizza and beer costumes- thanks for being more clever with your camera. I’m so proud that we didn’t leave the party until 2am…

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