Posts Tagged ‘Queen Anne’
Named after the owners’ son, the logo of a crown and lion’s head was prominent on a textured frame. The café was decorated in an eclectic style with chocolate walls and miniature Eiffel Towers dotted throughout.
Classic French techniques fused with Japanese influenced flavours to create intricate pastries.
On a tiered tray topped with a crown were guimauve (marshmallows), sablé (Earl Grey, sesame and matcha) and jams (peachy peach, and apple cinnamon and milk caramel).
On a crystal stand were glossy apple and banana Danishes streaked with chocolate.
Golden parcels of phyllo were dusted with powdered sugar.
An acrylic case protected the delicate rainbow macarons.
A couple of tables lined the wall and the counter seating had a candid view of the vacuum coffee makers with Lion’s father as the barista.
A vintage cabinet displayed the menu, and a dainty teacup and saucer.
We perused and purchased, the desserts carefully packed in a branded cardboard box.
Clockwise from top: mocha, chocolate and green tea. With a crispy crust and a chewy centre, the perfectly shaped macarons were ethereal.
Layers of coffee soaked sponge cake, ganache, buttercream and chocolate glaze, the opéra gâteau was exquisite.
We’re delighted that Lion’s parents are sharing their lovely pastries with us!
In a hurry for lunch, I walked briskly to Pop Kitchen + Bar. Located at the Experience Music Project, it has a dual entrance from the EMP and the street. Leafy shrubs surround a patio with crimson chairs that would be lovely in summer or with outdoor heaters in winter on a clear, still day. It would be entertaining to watch tourists board the Ride the Ducks!
The restaurant has gone through some changes in the short time it’s been opened, including reduced hours. We found this out when we were going to drop in for a quick dinner prior to an event at Key Arena several weeks ago. Dinner should be crossed off the sign!
Branded water bottles, and jars of house made apple butter and marmalade lined the shelves. The menu was displayed on screens, and biscotti and cookies were on the counter.
Bright colours splashed the walls, lamp shades and chairs. Curved white leather lounges with punctures resembled Swiss cheese.
Glowing in orange, the bar was well stocked and televisions played music videos.
The compact menu had sandwiches, salads and soups, and more substantial fare of pizza, pasta and burgers. There were also daily specials. I asked for recommendations and ordered the grilled chicken sandwich.
A bamboo skewer secured each half of the sandwich. Chunks of grilled chicken breast were layered with Gruyère, sun-dried tomatoes, caramelised onions, aioli and baby spinach in crusty ciabatta. The strong flavours of the sun-dried tomatoes were overwhelming but it was a tasty combination. The sandwich was served with a generous mound of house made potato crisps.
I was the only patron at such an early hour so service was speedy!
Autumn has been deceptive. I’ve been struggling to wake up due to the gloomy mornings, the leaden sky casting a shadow over October. I feel sluggish and have a deep desire to cocoon myself in the warmth of home. I’ve been comforting myself with butter melting on toasted Macrina raisin brioche bread and steeping cups of hot tea.
I glance wistfully out the window, hoping for the day to transform into a brilliant afternoon with a splendid sunset. And thankfully Seattle has been generous this month, gifting us days to embrace the outdoors.
We leisurely strolled the circular lawn at mid afternoon for a late lunch. Surrounded by leafy trees and with the Space Needle as guardian, it was a spectacular setting for an outdoor event.
Painted a royal blue, Damiana’s Blue Truck Special was plain compared to the other food trucks.
I ordered the curried chicken salad sandwich with apple coleslaw. The roll was overflowing with chunks of curried chicken, crisp apples and slivered almonds.
Next was Snout & Co., a black food truck with a distinctive red logo.
Mr S selected the barbecue pork sandwich. Tender pulled pork and coleslaw were wedged in a soft bun and drizzled with habanero honey.
Adjacent to Snout & Co. was the crimson coloured Charlie’s Buns N’ Stuff.
The Mutt was a teetering stack of beef patty, grilled onions, mushrooms and balsamic mayonnaise in a brioche bun.
I meandered over to the gleaming Skillet Street Food for poutine and luckily got the last serving.
A Québec specialty, poutine is French fries topped with cheese curds and gravy. In the Skillet version, crunchy French fries were covered with salty gravy and molten cheddar, and freshened with a scattering of chopped parsley.
Most of the items on the Street Treats menu had been crossed out and I was happy to find salted brown butter krispy last on the list and not struckthrough.
The salted brown butter krispy was a cube of sticky, chewy sweetness with a hint of nuttiness.
In search of a beverage, we joined the queue at Boyd’s Coffee.
We shared an apple cider. A little tart and fragrant with spices, it was a warming conclusion to the Mobile Feast.
It was a well organised event benefiting the Seattle Center Foundation.
I love noodles. Pasta, udon, ramen, rice, vermicelli, soba, glass, egg – I prefer starchy carbohydrates over grains. Wok fried, steeped in soup, tossed in sauce or dry style, I eat noodles several times a week! Versatile and comforting, the key is to follow the cooking time.
Located on a quiet street corner in an old weatherboard house, the interior was decorated with kitsch lanterns, and the walls were painted red with bamboo panels. I had noticed a patio shaded by rainbow umbrellas. On a clear day with a gentle breeze, I was happy to dine al fresco.
Milky white and translucent, the rice paper roll was tautly wrapped. A sweet peanut sauce seasoned the prawns, romaine lettuce, rice vermicelli noodles and Thai basil with each dip. The combination was fresh and light.
Phở dominated the menu with stock and protein options. I ordered a small bowl with traditional beef stock and brisket. The phở was served with a side plate of bean sprouts, Thai basil and a wedge of lime. I tore leaves off the stalk of Thai basil and submerged them into the broth.
Cilantro, green onions and thin slices of brisket floated in a steaming broth of ginger, cloves, star anise and cinnamon. Aromatic and soothing, I relished slurping the thin rice noodles spoonfuls of soup. There was a generous amount of noodles and brisket and the beef was tender.
A popular Vietnamese sandwich with meat, pickled carrots, cucumber, cilantro, peppers, pâté and mayonnaise, bánh mì is on the take-away lunch menu.
As I exited, Santa and two snowmen wished me happy holidays – it’s Christmas in July!
In the four months I’ve lived in Seattle, I’ve visited Kerry Park thrice and walked up the Counterbalance each time. I huff and puff over the three humps for the exhilarating view of Downtown Seattle, Elliott Bay and Mount Rainier. On a clear day it takes your breath away, literally and figuratively!
After reading the map, I decided it was more sensible to catch a bus than to walk up to the Queen Anne Farmers Market. The bus wound its way up Queen Anne and the bus driver kindly let me know the stop for the farmers market.
Queen Anne is a lovely neighbourhood, leafy and suburban. The farmers market had a row of stalls on a closed street and a separate area for fast food. Each week features a chef demonstration and musical entertainment.
It was a warm day and after a couple of laps of the stalls, I was ready for a cold treat.
I ordered a vanilla bean ice cream cone from Parfait Organic Artisan Ice Cream. Speckled with vanilla bean, the ice cream was served in a beautifully patterned waffle cone. The ice cream was fragrant, but a little icy.
Chef Voc made a spicy strawberry salad with rhubarb and Dijon vinaigrette, and Mt Townsend Seastack cheese. Interestingly the salad had both raw rhubarb and parsnip, ingredients that are usually stewed and roasted respectively.
Chef Voc shared the anecdote that as a child he ate raw stalks of rhubarb sprinkled with salt.
I’m fascinated by Chef Voc’s knife skills. I’m a slow and clumsy cutter and I find it the most tedious part of cooking.
It was a generous sample of the spicy strawberry salad with a lovely balance of flavours – sweet strawberries and parsnip, creamy cheese, spicy mustard greens and tart dressing.
All the ingredients used in the chef demo were locally sourced and available at the stalls.
Appetite whetted, I wandered over to the fast food stalls and snacked on a Maria Luisa empanada.
There is a communal table with an emerald chequered tablecloth and a variety of cuisines available. The Palermo chicken empanada was a tasty parcel of shredded chicken, red bell pepper, sautéed onions and a special mixture of herbs and spices.
Columbia City Bakery had a tantalising array of breads and baked goods.
I bought a bread roll and the sourdough was soft and dense, with a chewy crust.
I didn’t know there were different types of bacon until I moved here. Proper British Bacon sold both British and American bacon!
The bee display at Island Apiaries was a star attraction for children where the game ‘spot the queen bee’ was played. To my alarm several children tapped the glass case enthusiastically.
There were many fresh produce stalls stocked with seasonal fruits and vegetables. I bought a bunch of organic asparagus, to be grilled and served with quinoa this week.
Each stall had vibrant hues of reds and greens.
It was a pleasant downhill stroll home!
We had tickets to the Seattle Storm opening day last weekend. The game was at the odd time of midday and so we traipsed to Toulouse Petit for brunch before. We had tried to get a table several weekends ago but it was a fail – I was starving and could not, would not wait forty minutes with the crowd hovering at the intersection. Despite our perceived earliness, only bar seating were available.
Our backs were to a full and lively dining room and we had a view of the comprehensive bar, the shelves creaking under the weight of the liquor bottles. We had fun identifying the contents and watching the bartenders mix breakfast cocktails while we waited for our meals. ’Look slowly, two seats to our right’, I whispered to Mr S. His eyes widened at the sight of the French toast, two dense slices at least an inch thick.
Divided into breakfast plates, Creole classics, eggs Benedicts, sweets, breakfast sandwiches and salads, and omelette and scrambled eggs, the menu was extensive. The website highlighted seventy five items on their happy hour menu – it must be a challenge for the person responsible for purchasing the produce! Overwhelmed by choice, I defaulted to Dungeness crab and asparagus scramble. Mr S asked for the bartender’s recommendations and ordered the eggs charcutières.
My eggs were scrambled with Gruyère, chervil and chives, served with Mornay sauce and roasted potatoes. The Mornay sauce complemented well with the chunks of Dungeness crab and creamy eggs. Sadly the asparagus were sparse and thinly sliced, and lacked the crunch that I like. Potatoes are a classic American breakfast staple but I usually only taste one or two cubes as I find it stodgy in the morning. But the Toulouse Petit version was crispy and coated in a spicy Cajun seasoning. I reluctantly ate a few more!
Mr S took a tentative first bite of his eggs charcutières. ‘How’s the duck?’ I asked. ‘I don’t think it’s duck’, after much deliberate chewing. We had gotten this dish confused with another of the bartender’s recommendation! On top of the biscuit were slices of pâté de campagne and two perfectly poached eggs in veal shallot pan sauce. More like a terrine, the pâté had a coarse, meaty texture. Mr S generously shared some with me and it was a lovely balance of flavours.
The Creole cuisine sustained us to cheer on Lauren Jackson (Aussie! Oi!) and the Seattle Storm to a win.
I had two restaurants in mind for a celebration dinner on Monday - Canlis and The Herbfarm. Canlis was booked for its convenient location on a weeknight and we had a cosy table with a panoramic view of Lake Union. The food, the wine list, the service, the ambience – it was the perfect fine dining experience.
Our evening commenced with cocktails in the lounge which is a dark, intimate space. We were overwhelmed by the 89 page wine list – wine by the glass or bottle, red or white, new world or old world, local or international. We couldn’t find wines from any of the wineries we’ve been to in Napa and Sonoma so the sentimental decision was between a Barossa (Australia) Shiraz or a Cloudy Bay (New Zealand) Sauvignon Blanc. While it is expensive at $60 a bottle, the 2010 Marlborough white was a taste of ‘home’ (or near enough), and not the cost of a flight home like the Penfolds Grange, with the 2004 vintage at $1,200 a bottle! I’m a slow drinker and I was determined not to waste the wine. We would have been there until midnight but thankfully, our waiter offered to re-cork the bottle for us to take home. We were giggling about it, not because of the effect of alcohol, but because most Australian and New Zealand wines are twist tops. When we got home, we took the bottle out of the custom Canlis wine bag and it had indeed been re-corked!
Chilled cantaloupe and red bell pepper (capsicum) soup
A surprising combination of flavours to whet our appetite.
Peter Canlis prawns - sautéed in dry vermouth, garlic, red chilies and lime
The Canlis salad - romaine, Romano cheese, bacon, mint, oregano, and a dressing of lemon, olive oil and coddled egg
The prawns were fresh and succulent and I was reluctant to swap a morsel for some lettuce and a crouton. I don’t like salads, I prefer my vegetables cooked. A crunched through his salad and described it as similar to a Caesar salad without the sometimes heavy creamy dressing.
King salmon – grilled, with white asparagus, green asparagus and parsley
All-natural Nebraska filet mignon - naturally raised, grain-fed, 21 day aged beef served with carrots, cumin, savoury and melted shallots
Twice baked potato - a sixty-year Canlis tradition
The salmon was just cooked and is well paired with the contrasting texture of the asparagus. The sauce was so moreish that I mopped it up with the complimentary brioche bun. I tried a slice of the filet mignon and the beef is tender and medium rare as ordered. We both swooned over the velvety and decadent twice baked potato. As we scraped the bottom of the Stoub dish, we agreed that it can only be made with lashings of butter, large dollops of cream and shards of crispy bacon.
Malasadas - warm Hawaiian doughnuts, with passionfruit vanilla bean cream, coconut and macadamia nuts
I always peruse the dessert part of a menu first and I was intrigued by the Hawaiian doughnuts. The malasadas reminded me of Greek loukomades and a doughnut dessert at Sydney’s Rockpool Bar & Grill. They are warm and doughy, with a delightful dusting of cinnamon sugar. There are three of them, each perched on mango, passionfruit and coconut.
There were generous servings of cheddar, chévre and bleu cheese. I had a small sample of each and the bleu evoked memories of the lovely Gippsland (Australia) shadows of blue, a gentle introduction to the pungency of bleu cheese.
Panna cotta with lavender and almond sablé
These bite size accompaniment to the bill were silky and sweet.
By the time we were savouring dessert, all the tables in our area were empty. The waitstaff was hospitable and genuine. From the piano player to their cellar, from the seasonal produce to the promise of a beautiful summer (there’s been umpteenth promises of that by Seattleites since January!), Canlis was above and beyond our expectations. We came with anticipation and left smiling with full stomachs and warmth in our hearts. As we waited for the taxi home, our waiter held my coat over the open fire – he was our Alfred!