Food Guide: Seattle

I love reading negative reviews on Yelp, Amazon, Rotten Tomatoes, etc., especially restaurant reviews for places I've enjoyed eating at. A feeling of self-righteousness fills me: well, I had a good experience there. You must have done something wrong, ordered incorrectly, or just plain don't have good taste if you didn't enjoy it. My favorites are things like, "I went to a super popular brunch place on Sunday at 11 am and we had to wait forty-five minutes even though the hostess told us it would be forty minutes!!!! One star!!!" or "There were no healthy options at [restaurant known for its decadent menu options and has all menus available online for a preview]. I couldn't eat. One star."

I rarely trust Yelp reviews. The majority of people, like those examples above, are idiots, and there's no way to filter out their reviews. I prefer to get the recommendations of friends or have them take me to places when I'm in town. This works because my friends are mostly chefs, foodies, or trustworthy individuals with relatively good taste who fear my wrath if they recommend something awful. 

For two years in a row, I visited Seattle over MLK weekend. I had some inkling Seattle was a food town and would have a number of great dining options. Before I left, I asked my friends for recommendations. I only went to one of those restaurants, but my friends did take me to a top-notch brunch spot while the one dud was a place I walked by and was well reviewed on Yelp. Maybe I'm just bitter about this breakfast experience.

Here are my unadulterated thoughts and feelings on where and what to in Seattle. 

BREAKFAST

Biscuit Bitch

I'd heard about Biscuit Bitch before my January 2017 Seattle trip, but it wasn't until my second trip to Seattle a year later that I checked it out. Originally, my plan was to hit up Bedlam Coffee with its creatively flavored lattes, when I walked past the Biscuit Bitch Belltown location and saw the complete lack of a line on a Sunday, I knew I had to get in on some obscenely good biscuit eating. Did you get that? I bet no one has ever made that pun about this restaurant before. ;)

I surprisingly felt a little uncomfortable ordering my "Canadian Bitch," a biscuit sandwich with crispy Canadian bacon (so many do not realize the transformation Canadian bacon can actualize when a little heat is applied and caramelization can occur), maple peanut butter, and honey. I'm not opposed to swearing, at all, and I gave myself the job title "kitchen bitch" when I worked for a catering company. It must have been the morning and lack of coffee. Just didn't feel kosher tossing around "bitches" before the sun was mostly over the horizon. 

Along with my Canadian Bitch, sans optional banana, I ordered a non-fat latte. I didn't even look to see if they had more creative drinks on offer; I was blinded by biscuit. I took a seat at the window and only a couple minutes later, my biscuit sandwich and latte were in my hands. 

  A Canadian Bitch

A Canadian Bitch

A couple criticisms: my biscuit came in a paper bag, even though I ordered to eat in. I'm not sure if this is standard operating procedure at Biscuit Bitch, but it felt wasteful, and I would have liked a basket at least. My latte also came in a paper cup (I didn't bring my travel cup on this trip, drats!) and was tepid in its flavor. 

Now, onto the biscuit. I misread when I originally ordered: I didn't see the "peanut" before "butter". I'm not sure how you all feel about unexpected peanut butter, but I find it unsettling. The combination of maple and peanut butter, while tasty, has a sticky viscosity that made for an unpleasant mouthfeel. The maple and honey were battling for dominance. If I were to make a version of this at home, I would pair the Canadian bacon with whipped maple and chipotle butter and add banana (it definitely needs the body provided by the peanut butter or bananas). 

I loved the crispy Canadian bacon on this sandwich. My biscuit was hot and buttery with a crunchy outer layer and a fluffy but slightly underdone interior, which is how I like my biscuits. These are drop biscuits, I believe, not the flaky layered kind. The whole sandwich was a bit of a pain in the butt to eat: it was incredibly sticky, and I do not like sticky on my hands. 

Now, what would bring me back to Biscuit Bitch is not the food, which was overall solid, but the atmosphere. I grew accustomed to hearing "bitch" get cheerfully slung across the counter, and the music selection of oughts and early twenty-teens uncensored hip hop was fantastic. When Nicky Minaj's "Beez in the Trap" came on, I could only wonder if it was the Biscuit Bitch anthem. 

The Butcher and the Baker

  Istanbul not Constantinople

Istanbul not Constantinople

Located in Green Lake, a neighborhood in north central Seattle, The Butcher and the Baker serves sandwiches for lunch throughout the week, breakfast Wednesday through Friday, and brunch on the weekends. We went for brunch on a Sunday. 

Yes, there was a considerable wait. We headed across the street to Lulu's coffee and chatted while we waited for the restaurant to text us. Trying to get seated right away at a decent brunch spot at 10:30 am is an exercise in futility. Ask your friends to show up earlier than they want to eat or their hangovers want to let them out of bed. By the time you get seated, you will actually be hungry. 

I looked at the menu before heading to the restaurant and had a clear idea of what I wanted to order, but I would have been happy with a number of items on the menu. I ordered the Istanbul, not Constantinople. Two poached eggs served on a yogurt and paprika butter sauce studded with generous chunks of feta. The eggs were perfectly poached, not a bit of runny white or overcooked yolk which haunts most poached eggs. Centered in the plate is a pile of arugula, dill, and lemon zest atop a lamb sausage. Normally, I do not eat yogurt. I don't find the flavor appetizing and the texture squicks me out. All real yogurt (not that plastic Boston cream pie Yoplait bullshit) excerpt Icelandic skyr, technically a fresh cheese, not a yogurt, causes me mad stomach discomfort. But the tangy, smooth yogurt complemented the rich, spiced lamb and bitter arugula. I wanted to scoop every bit of this into my mouth with the slices of toasted baguette. 

 Lucha Libre

Lucha Libre

Hard to resist a dish named after the masked Mexican wrestling. Two poached eggs, stuffed Anaheim peppers, carnitas, flour tortillas, and mango jalapeno salsa. I tried a bite of the carnitas which was decent. My friend who ordered this enjoyed the dish. 

 Bailey's & Bacon

Bailey's & Bacon

At first, the Bailey's & Bacon appears to be a slab of French toast topped with melting whipped cream and mixed berries. The menu describes this as egg dipped milk bread which makes it sound like a pretentious ass French toast, but it actually is something different from your usual French toast. It was less moist without being dry and the edges were sweet and caramelized. The flavor was decidedly less "eggy" than French toast, a definite plus in my mind. Topped with not sadly whipped cream, but Bailey's pastry cream and macerated berries. Request to restaurants and chefs, please, please stop using the word macerated to describe berries. It makes me think there's some small child being enslaved in the kitchen, sitting on a white bleach bucket chewing and spitting blueberries into a metal bowl "ping, ping."

The Wandering Goose

 Aunt Annie's Biscuit Sandwich

Aunt Annie's Biscuit Sandwich

 Casual ambiance and decadent eats, The Wandering Goose is a Capitol Hill eatery known for its biscuit sandwiches. Independent travel means eating a lot of meals alone, but the casual order at the counter dining style of The Wandering Goose does not lead to any awkwardness that can come with eating alone. I asked the cashier for a recommendation and he told me that the Aunt Annie's or The Sawmill were both good choices if I wanted fried chicken. Well, who can pass up fucking fried chicken? The Sawmill, a fried chicken, gravy, and cheese biscuit sandwich, was too much for me so I ordered the Aunt Annie's, fried chicken, bread and butter pickles, house mustard, and honey. 

Cup of coffee and biscuit sandwich ordered I sat at one of the wood tables to read the morning news. Okay, well, not the morning news but a feature story on the changed migration path of the three-pronged elk on High Country News. Because elk migration is what's important in this Cheeto powder covered Russian puppet threatened the world. What arrived at my table ten minutes later was a crispy fried pile of deliciousness on top of a fluffy layered biscuit. With a couple, more like thirty, drops of hot sauce, this sandwich achieved near breakfast perfection. I would have been happy with this at any time of day.

Americana

 The East Coast

The East Coast

If you want a slab of cream cheese slathered toast covered with a mound of powdered eggs and dry salmon, then the Americana in Capitol Hill sounds like a joint you would be happy at. I came in on my last day in Seattle after seeing the place packed on Saturday while on my I slipped on black ice and landed wrong and now I hurt myself journey to get painkillers and an x-ray. I read the reviews online and with the packed restaurant, I figured they would be good. When I came in, I was the first customer but it was just past 9 am and a weekday. The server was attentive, quick, and explained the accompanying sauces. The menu was damp and dirty; the table felt a little sticky too. 

The food, on the other hand, left a lot to be desired. The food reminded me of a fancy church breakfast, mostly because of the powdered eggs, and it cost more than any of the other places I went to. $3.75 for coffee and it wasn't even good coffee. I ended up putting down $25 including tip and tax. I would have put down less if I had more singles but I kind of just wanted to get out of the sad, empty place. 

Lunch

Beecher's

 Cheese making at Beecher's

Cheese making at Beecher's

Wrist throbbing and frustrated with the lack of answers from the urgent care and the closed radiology lab they referred me to, I stumbled in a daze from the Westlake transit station to Pike's Place Public Market and into Beecher's cheese store. At Beecher's you can watch people making cheese while you eat a grilled cheese sandwich or a bowl of macaroni and cheese. I went for the classic grilled cheese and a Boylan's cola. I needed something hot, greasy, and simple.  The sandwich was merely there for me to get down a necessary dose of ibuprofen.

Thai Tom

 Big Noodle in Thai Sauce with Chicken 

Big Noodle in Thai Sauce with Chicken 

Thai Tom's has a plethora of negative and indignant reviews on Yelp. They claim the server follows people out of the restaurant demanding a higher tip. Other complaints include small portion sizes, charred food, an insolent waitress, lack of transparency with prices, a long wait, a smoky interior, and numerous health code violations. Oh, and that it's cash only. 

I'm going to address each of these. We waited at least half an hour to be seated, but once we were seated the server took our order right away and we didn't wait long for our food. It was a Sunday at lunch time at a small restaurant. I would expect there to be a wait. 

The middle-aged female server with the bleached hair did not follow us out of the restaurant for a higher tip. She was too busy getting food to people and seating them. We put the money down and walked out, so we didn't have time to know whether or not she was dissatisfied with her tip. I don't doubt this happened to these Yelpers, but it didn't happen the hour and a half we were there. The service reminded me of the service I've received everywhere else in the world: get the order, drop off food, take empty plates away, and drop off the check. They don't interrupt you during your conversation, they probably won't bring you more water, and this isn't the French Laundry, the server is not there to give you an experience with your meal. 

Did you know that restaurants are not required to give you so much food that you feel sick or have enough for another meal the next day? You are not entitled to leftovers. I cleaned my plate at Thai Tom without feeling like I was going to explode. I felt satisfied. 

I loved the caramelized noodles and vegetables. The high heat open fire cooking leads to a char on the noodles that was absolutely delicious. The noodles were perfectly chewy, the sauce sweet and salty, and the two-star spice level just the right amount of heat. It was some of the best Thai food I've ever had. 

The health code violations and smoky atmosphere are totally true. That never stopped me from drunkenly chowing down bean burritos from the Taco Bell on Santa Cruz's Pacific Ave. 

Luna Park Cafe

I dig diners, so how could I not like a diner named after a historic (and now destroyed) seaside amusement park? I lived in Santa Cruz for over a decade, so diners and seaside amusement parks are etched on my soul. The Luna Park Cafe is a funky diner located in the West Seattle neighborhood. It's a busy place with table and counter seating. They serve diner classics like melts, burgers, and shakes. I think they might even have a guy whose entire job is making milkshakes. 

  The "Luna Dip"

The "Luna Dip"

Unlike my beloved but kind of awful Santa Cruz Diner, Luna Park Cafe is not a 24-hour diner; they're open from 7 am to 10 pm. My friend and I went for lunch on a Saturday, and we sat at the counter because it was a long wait for a table. I ordered a "Luna Dip" with roast beef, pepper jack cheese, and grilled mushrooms and onions with French fries. The roast beef wasn't the greatest quality, and I don't recall seeing a single grilled onion. But it was a satisfying sandwich nonetheless. You have to try hard to disappoint me with a dip. We also got a free vanilla milkshake with our meal because they had made extra. Oh, and you get a free sticker with your meal!

Dinner

Dick's Drive-In

 This is not a Dick's cheeseburger. It's a stock photo of a cheeseburger. 

This is not a Dick's cheeseburger. It's a stock photo of a cheeseburger. 

My friend described Dick's as something akin to In 'N Out in California, a straightforward menu that hasn't changed for years. I ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a diet coke. The cheeseburger was deliciously simple: beef, cheese, mustard, and ketchup. I liked it better than any burger I've had at In 'N Out. The fries were slightly over fried, but crispy and well salted. And we only got approached by one person for money while eating in our car. 

Coffee and SNacks

Storyville Coffee

 Chocolate chunk cookie and espresso

Chocolate chunk cookie and espresso

The last rainy day in Seattle, I went in search of crumpets at Pike's Place Market. But no, the crumpet place was closed. I was denied my crumpet again. To sooth my crumpetless rage, I went upstairs to Storyville Coffee and ordered an espresso and a chocolate chunk cookie. I sucked down the deep, bitter espresso and tried to take my time with the cookie but it was hard. So deliciously hard. And just as I was leaving, they were giving away slices of chocolate ganache cake. 

Seattle is a food destination, and I can't wait to try more when I go back. I have to go back. I didn't even eat a hot dog while I was there.