No one would think you are under 21
How about I leave a little food porn after that rant? I'll even wrap up the sentiment of the various blog posts I have deleted recently.
In the past two weeks or so I've nailed down some favorite spots in town. What is really great about the walkable city of Seattle is you don't have to drive to get to (insert ethnicity) food. About four blocks from us is Fado, an Irish establishment complete with boxties that get my seal of approval. Feeling lazy after a long day of work, Sarah and I made our way to see if a second visit would be as good as the first. I had been drooling over thoughts of what I ordered that night: a pulled lamb french dip with lamb jus, which Sarah promptly labeled a liquid version of crack. After sampling my Kilkenny and not doing her typical bitter beer face reaction, our server brought out another nitrated beer and eureka! She liked it! Sarah, hater of hops, enjoyed a beer with me for the first time in the four years we've been hanging out.
Friday night, Sarah came home from work only to realize she had to go back and fix something for fear of being written up the next day. Originally we thought about going to Amore Infused, as I had read that their bartender made all his cocktails from scratch but weren't in the mode for the menu when we got there. So under my guidance we wandered aimlessly looking for a restaurant I had been stalking, Local 360. I am sorry to say Greenwell but your replacement has been found. Local 360 limits it self to local foods, listing on a giant chalkboard by the bar where it gets its major ingredients, going no further than a 360 mile radius to get them. Before we get too far into the food, I should add our waiter was just awesome, a somewhat eclectic Mario Batali stunt double in a Utilikilt. Here's the magic of the night though: I ordered not one, but two items with bacon on them and Sarah wasn't phased. Back when she was eight or nine, Sarah decided she didn't care for one of the delicacies of life: sweet sweet bacon. I ordered the fried chicken with bacon mousse, collared greens, and cheesy grits. It was so good Sarah didn't care there was bacon present. As I sipped my second gin martini I came to the conclusion we needed more food, so we ordered apple fritters which came with bacon sugar crystals. When Sarah mentioned to our server her amusement at eating something she has hated for so long, he gave a brief but knowledgeable explanation as to why Local 360's bacon was better than others, down to how the pig is raised. We'll be back, I want to try the crispy pig ear and rabbit dishes.
As we leave, I step out side to enjoy the nightlife of Belltown while Sarah grabs some business cards she can hand out when people ask her at work where to eat. Amongst the crowd of drunks and folks I see two girls obviously headed to a club dressed in not much. I find this rather amusing as I have consumed two gin martinis and they actually stand out amongst the mobs of people. Sarah comes out and I ask her if it is okay if we walk home a bit because as I put it there are some fantastic whores out. That has always been my term for clubbing attire. Walk we do, enjoying the lights and people as we make our way to the Pike area to pick up a bus. Along the way we encounter a group of five girls dressed similarly in ridiculous club attire. I turn to Sarah and say in what is quietly for me but still quite audible: "see? great whores out tonight". Immediately I realize the likelihood that they heard me is damn near 100% and the two of start laughing.
Lastly, cuz holy crap these take forever to type, I have found my replacement for the Hopcat. I know, blasphemy indeed but for those same reasons I needed to find a place like it. I had eyed this place a few times walking downtown because all you could really see of it were large video screens showing pics and menus. Well as it turns out, the Taphouse Grill is a cave of 160 beers on tap and good food. You really do trek down a series of stairs into a dark but cozy bar free of natural light. Here in just two beers I drank the equivalent of seven Budweisers. And indeed they were good, from Dogfish Head and Lagunitas. Sadly we were too full come dessert as they have a stout float where you pick a stout of your choice to pour over ice cream. Very tempting when they have Southern Tier's Chocolat on tap.
Peace out y'all, it is time to craft war already
In the past two weeks or so I've nailed down some favorite spots in town. What is really great about the walkable city of Seattle is you don't have to drive to get to (insert ethnicity) food. About four blocks from us is Fado, an Irish establishment complete with boxties that get my seal of approval. Feeling lazy after a long day of work, Sarah and I made our way to see if a second visit would be as good as the first. I had been drooling over thoughts of what I ordered that night: a pulled lamb french dip with lamb jus, which Sarah promptly labeled a liquid version of crack. After sampling my Kilkenny and not doing her typical bitter beer face reaction, our server brought out another nitrated beer and eureka! She liked it! Sarah, hater of hops, enjoyed a beer with me for the first time in the four years we've been hanging out.
Friday night, Sarah came home from work only to realize she had to go back and fix something for fear of being written up the next day. Originally we thought about going to Amore Infused, as I had read that their bartender made all his cocktails from scratch but weren't in the mode for the menu when we got there. So under my guidance we wandered aimlessly looking for a restaurant I had been stalking, Local 360. I am sorry to say Greenwell but your replacement has been found. Local 360 limits it self to local foods, listing on a giant chalkboard by the bar where it gets its major ingredients, going no further than a 360 mile radius to get them. Before we get too far into the food, I should add our waiter was just awesome, a somewhat eclectic Mario Batali stunt double in a Utilikilt. Here's the magic of the night though: I ordered not one, but two items with bacon on them and Sarah wasn't phased. Back when she was eight or nine, Sarah decided she didn't care for one of the delicacies of life: sweet sweet bacon. I ordered the fried chicken with bacon mousse, collared greens, and cheesy grits. It was so good Sarah didn't care there was bacon present. As I sipped my second gin martini I came to the conclusion we needed more food, so we ordered apple fritters which came with bacon sugar crystals. When Sarah mentioned to our server her amusement at eating something she has hated for so long, he gave a brief but knowledgeable explanation as to why Local 360's bacon was better than others, down to how the pig is raised. We'll be back, I want to try the crispy pig ear and rabbit dishes.
As we leave, I step out side to enjoy the nightlife of Belltown while Sarah grabs some business cards she can hand out when people ask her at work where to eat. Amongst the crowd of drunks and folks I see two girls obviously headed to a club dressed in not much. I find this rather amusing as I have consumed two gin martinis and they actually stand out amongst the mobs of people. Sarah comes out and I ask her if it is okay if we walk home a bit because as I put it there are some fantastic whores out. That has always been my term for clubbing attire. Walk we do, enjoying the lights and people as we make our way to the Pike area to pick up a bus. Along the way we encounter a group of five girls dressed similarly in ridiculous club attire. I turn to Sarah and say in what is quietly for me but still quite audible: "see? great whores out tonight". Immediately I realize the likelihood that they heard me is damn near 100% and the two of start laughing.
Lastly, cuz holy crap these take forever to type, I have found my replacement for the Hopcat. I know, blasphemy indeed but for those same reasons I needed to find a place like it. I had eyed this place a few times walking downtown because all you could really see of it were large video screens showing pics and menus. Well as it turns out, the Taphouse Grill is a cave of 160 beers on tap and good food. You really do trek down a series of stairs into a dark but cozy bar free of natural light. Here in just two beers I drank the equivalent of seven Budweisers. And indeed they were good, from Dogfish Head and Lagunitas. Sadly we were too full come dessert as they have a stout float where you pick a stout of your choice to pour over ice cream. Very tempting when they have Southern Tier's Chocolat on tap.
Peace out y'all, it is time to craft war already