Having already gorged myself on delicacies like fois gras and bahn mi, I realized that my time in Seattle would not be complete without a visit to at least one of Famous Chef Tom Douglas’ restaurants. So, for my final day there (sans conferencing) I wandered back down towards the market and decided to try brunch at Etta’s (WARNING: mildly obnoxious flash site!).
I was greeted and seated quickly, at a nice booth looking out the window or at the bar. And there, I waited (luckily, it was also Free Comic Book Day, so on my way down I’d picked up a selection to read). Finally, the waitress brought me some much-needed coffee, which unfortunately turned out to be a cup of the aforementioned Starbucks.
A while later, I ordered, choosing the salmon-cake Eggs Benedict. This was, sadly, a mistake. The hollandaise was a bit bland, the cakes heavy and a touch dry. Plus, I really have to ask: why the hell would you make a salmon CAKE with all that fabulous fresh fish available, just across the street?? I admit my fault in ordering it, but I was curious (and hopeful). Le sigh. Lesson probably never to be learned.
Willing to give the Iron Chef winner a second chance, I decided to eat my final dinner in Seattle at Palace Kitchen, conveniently located across the street from where I stayed. I got there fairly late again, and rather than wait for a table, I opted to sit at the very pretty bar, overlooking the entirely open kitchen and with a good view of the Sounders game, which was on TV. The place feels much bigger than it is, and has a nice, wood-fire-like lighting scheme. I really love getting to watch the kitchen work.
The bartender was very nice (also: hot), and immediately introduced me to the bar-snack bowl of hickory smoked almonds. These were bloody fantastic, but apparently a stand-in for the usual pistachios. I can’t imagine how those could be better. I drank some local cream ale whose name I don’t remember but which was delicious. For my dinner, I had two appetizers: a small order of plin, and sliced raw geoduck with pickled vegetables.
Plin are a Piedmontese pasta – basically tube-shaped ravioli. Filled with roast pork and chard, these were fabulous. The pork was sweet and nutty, perfectly complimented by Parmesan over top. The chard hinted at itself but I couldn’t really taste it as much as I’d have liked – a touch more might have been nice. The geoduck was also quite good: it’s most similar, for me, to octopus, but with a smoother texture and a more floral and almost nutty flavor. The black pepper vinaigrette was perfect on the acidity scale, but I’m not sure that black pepper wasn’t too much. I might have preferred white.
All in all, Palace Kitchen was quite good. Some of the details were less than perfect for me, but on the whole I had a great time and left happy. Had I more time in Seattle, I’d go back for a proper dinner, and maybe even be a regular at the bar. It’s a bit pricey (the small plate of plin was $14), but not terribly so. And I could eat those almonds off the bartender’s abs all night.
-MAW
When Hernan Cortez conquered Mexico in 1521, chocolate was introduced to Spain. The Spanish added sugar and cinnamon to the bitter drinking chocolate recipes of the Aztecs and Mayans. By the late 1600s, the British discovered the Spanish drink and began adding milk to the recipe, thus creating what would become the winter obsession of people worldwide for the next few centuries. By the mid 1700s, the industrial revolution afforded the technology to create solid chocolate bars.


I recently spent a long weekend in that other Washington – Seattle to be precise. I was basically too disorganized to plan anything other than the main event of my stay – going to a conference – so I improvised, which is how I like it anyhow. The results were really impressive, and I have to say I had a great time getting a lot fatter! I ate so much, in fact, that I’m going to split my exploits into a few separate posts.
By Guest Blogger Trish King
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