Epic Sasquatch Hunt 2010

We know, we know… We've been heavy on the food and light on the music. Also, we have a backlog of blogs to get through. Here it goes...

The elusive Sasquatch had been spotted. Not deep in the woods leaving giant footprints in the murky mud but over the Cascade mountain range to the winding mighty Columbia gorge. The 2010 Sasquatch hunt was insane.

For those of you not in the know, Sasquatch Music Festival is a three day long music festival that is held at the scenic Columbia river Gorge amphitheater during Memorial Day weekend. Amazing music with crazy people at one of the loveliest concert venues on earth? Score. http://sasquatchfestival.com/

It was so much fun and jam-packed with experiences, I can hardly remember what I had seen without the aid of photos and videos. OK Go? I had almost forgotten that I had seen them on the mainstage and sang along to their songs. Some of what happened during this year's festival stays at the festival but I broke down this year's Quatchie search into themes of items I can divulge:

Music of little yetis

Yes, it's us

This year's Sasquatch lineup lacked something it had from other years. Sure, Sasquatch has always supported up and coming indie bands or cult favorites but there usually are a few headliner bands. This year's Sasquatch lacked a classic headliner band accustomed to playing the large arenas and stadiums - no Nine Inch Nails, the Cure, Beck, Modest Mouse, Kings of Leon or the Beastie Boys. I loved the lineup at this year's event but I must admit I missed the huge stadium rock bands to look forward to in the evening and some bands had issues translating their small venue sound to the mainstage at the Gorge which should make the very last high hippie on the topmost edge of the lawn rock out. Regardless, the musical experience was still different and fun.

Day One

The first band we had rushed to see was Minus the Bear. We missed out on the first 30 minutes but those long-haired scruffy boys were great as always with an easygoing vibe.
I think I am a bigger fan of OK Go after seeing their creative music videos - this rube goldberg machine one is a favorite: In all honest, these guys are as fun and energetic live as they are in their videos. Their lead singer was enthusiastic and charming - even leaping into the masses for some crowd surfing, cracking jokes and instigating some serious audience participation. Not only did everyone sing along to 'This too shall pass' - even us sunbathing folk up on the lawn - but they got the crew with stuff animal hats to do a little crazy dance.

Bubbles at Sunset

The National also rocked in a much more subtle way as the sun was going down - they were a perfect 'sit on the grass and enjoy the sunset' band. The low baritone droll and steady beats made for a good cool down band before Vampire Weekend came out with their upbeat emo music.

BTW Deadmau5? Trippy.

Day Two

Istanbul? Or Constantinople? They Might Be Giants aren't the new, hot, young indie band anymore - they are, how shall we say, seasoned. But they still rock with plenty of fun, irreverent dancey music - oldies mixed in with newer songs. The crowd was an interesting mix of young and old (many geeks old enough to be their parents) but everyone had a good time.

Rocking out to Kid Cudi

A revelation of this year's Sasquatch - the crushable lead singer. Ok I'm known to be a tad more than a little boy crazy. A guy who can sing? Be still my heart. Kid Cudi was not only hot, but he was entertaining and connected well to the audience. His set list was a good mix of chill surrealistic pieces and more energetic songs that showcased his unusual style and gravely voice. Kid Cudi was definitely the biggest show of the day at that point in time; the crowd amassed after They Might Be Giants to enjoy Kid Cudi's hazy soundscapes.

I only caught a bit of The xx from a beer garden but I enjoy the play of male and female vocals. Complementary and sometimes dueling but sort of brit-pop-sexy music. The kind that you'd enjoy in a Topshop boutique.

Pavement was perhaps the single worst band I had seen all weekend long. They are barely worth mentioning except the fact that they started out strong with their 90's hit, "Cut Your Hair" which was a cock tease. I was left with blue balls. They were so bad in fact that I left in the middle and didn't care that Massive Attack was on next. My friend Jeff and I fled to watch some Public Enemy and dance in the rumpus room. Public Enemy was surprisingly great but they took the opportunity to get political and took it to the edge. Come on Chuck D, we're all politically opinionated and don't mind a sprinkling of it here and there but step off of the soapbox after 10 minutes please.

The rumpus room not only was a contained rave but it was full of nice people whom we gave glow bracelets to. Hey, we share!

Day Three

Day three was a beautiful day of strange weather - as if the weather Gods had done as much drugs as many of the concertgoers had and was reacting. It was warm and the brightest and sunniest it had been in a while with periods of warm sprays of rain periodically to cool off the sunburned and tanned masses.

We loved us some Passion Pit which turned out to be more fun, energetic and infectious than expected. A large crowd amassed for She & Him and there was a resounding agreement of how lovely Zoey Deschanel was. In fact, there is no way they would be on the main stage if it weren't for her popularity amongst both men and women. They were sweet-sounding like a combination of an indie band from Portland and a 1960's church-approved jingle band but otherwise not main stage material.

Band of Horses? Meh. For some reason, I don't dig them that much and don't think they translate well to big spaces. I got myself a snack and a catnap with the boys at that time.

Nick, Steve and I hoofed it back down to MGMT at Sunset and prepared ourselves for another dance-filled show. I hadn't realized how adorable the lead singer was (again, crushable singer) and despite the crowd getting really into the music and dancing up a storm, the band seemed to be going through the motions. Yes, they were energetic and gave some choice shout outs and we all can't help but gyrate to "Electric Feel" and "Kids" but they did not have the same authentic, emotional connection that some of the other bands did.

The Nice Canadian

The prevailing theme of the trip has been the nice Canuck. Not only do they say "about" in a funny way and really do say "eh" more than Rihanna does in Umbrella-ella-ella but they were the genuinely friendly and nice people of Sasquatch in contrast to the un-friendly and eyebrow raising American dick.

Nice and crazy Canadians with crazy animal hats

My friend Jeff and I tested this as we decided to wander after Pavement's horrible show. We walked up to random people and asked for hi fives, asked questions on their favorite acts of the day, handed out free glow necklaces. The ONLY people who reciprocated the hi fives, talked to us and generally gave us more than a dirty, exasperated look were Canadians. The Canadians camped out next to us and generously offered to share their beer, liquor and, ahem herbal refreshments. They chatted with us, asked us which acts we were excited to see, wanted to know if we wanted to walk with them, play flip cup with them, have breakfast with them, sit around with them, etc. (There were four sets of Canadians immediately around our area and they all did this.) I don't think the Americans camped around us even introduced themselves to us and promptly ignored everything we did.

To all of the Canadians out there: We love you. Come party with us next year.

To the Americans: Stay home and make room for us to party with the Canadians.

Dance Dance!

Everyone loves to dance but Sasquatch has subsequently gotten dancier with the times. I don't think there was much dancing the first Sasquatch I went to (was it 2005?) but now it has become an all out dance party from the campgrounds to the inner sanctum itself. I suppose that why Sasquatch even added a dance AND comedy tent.

Also, I think new bands are less afraid to be 'pure' in terms of their musical styles and have allowed their many influences and passions to come through, including dance. Rock bands have embraced some hip-shaking beats and rappers have incorporated not only guitar solos and rock elements but electronica.

Last year, our friends camped next to a group of nice Canadians who had an amazing soundsystem so we started last year's premier campground rave (complete with fog machine, lasers and lights to our delight). This year, we were determined to find the same group and party with them again - we lovingly referred to them as the 'real Canadians'. This year's Sasquatch was no different - except that we didn't originate the rave this year since it was already tried and true and more than an urban myth.

We danced like crazy on the second night there - we were dancing all night long with glow bracelets and necklaces like raving teenagers, feeling very happy and content until the campground security had to break it up to enforce quiet hours.

Games

Group games are fun. Especially if they involve a little alcohol. At our campsite, we played tons of 'circle of death' with a few deck of cards, which we surmised to be less fun once we realized that Anna was cheating and drinking only juice. We also played a lot of beer pong and flip cup with friendly Canadian neighbors. We had a massive flip cup tournament at one point, mostly with PBR and Coors. I have no idea if anyone really kept track of winning and losing teams - it was just all fun.

The Canadians are forced to drink

The epic Olympic battle of Americans vs. Canadians started when the Canadians challenged our boys to a beer pong duel - upping the challenge by suggesting instead of beer, a few select cups should have vodka in them as a surprise. The Americans prevailed although it certainly was a tough battle.

All in all, this was a fantastic exploration of music and people. We enjoyed ourselves immensely and can't wait to search for Sasquatch again and party with the Canadians.

Fresh Fish: Top Chef 7 - Episode 5

It's been a few episodes since we last covered the latest season of Top Chef. But in all honesty, the first 5-6 episodes are all about "trimming the fat." The fat being the lesser cheftestants: John with the dreads, Jacqueline with the sugar, Tracey with the flannel butchness, Lynne with the cat lady butchness, and Arnold with whatever is the complete opposite of butchness. If those allusions leave you scratching your head, I highly recommend the entertaining recaps on Serious Eats blog.

- So let's jump right in, on episode 5, where Angelo just said he'd like "to extract" something from Tenesha. Little too desperate, my friend. Trying to play Yoda, AND compete against her will only equal disaster. Also, she's boring. Desperation is a stinky cologne. Ed and Tiffany seem simpatico in the non-annoying way. Take note, Angelo.

- Quickfire time, where the cheftestants have been asked to create a dish using...CRAB! Yay! I love the mystery protein, Iron Chef-esque challenge! And I just made a delicious spaghetti with crab, mint and jalapeno. Patrick OConnell is the guest judge, so James Beard-winning, 5 star chef that I've never heard of that looks like an aged Chuckie, clad in J.Crew. Love all the bluecrabs crawling around.

- Whoa, did Angelo just admit he had crabs on national TV? Wow, you're a lucky girl, Tenesha.
- Kevin is doing a chowder. Ed is doing some sort of Asian influenced concoction. Tim is keepin it real, Maryland style. Crabcakes and football!! That's how Maryland does it! This should definitely provide some recipes for me to try in the near future.

- Ed's jumbo lump crab looks tasty. Angelo's looks tiny. Temesha's crab chowder looks pretty boring. Amanda's dish is aggressive and Padma gives her a "wow." A pungent "wow"...well, that's what happens when you use juniper. Kenny's dish looks solid, again. Kevin, Amanda and Andrea on the bottom. Ed, Kenny and Angelo on top. God, talk slower, Chuckie...

- Ed wins his first Quickfire. "I feel like I'm coming out of my shell a little bit." Oh snap...a crab joke, Ed? Guess not.

- Elimination challenge will be taking them to a farm, cooking for 40 chefs and farmers, family style. 6 dishes are being made. Angelo and Kenny are competing for alpha male role, and everyone else is just rolling their eyes. These guys really don't get along too well...just a big clusterf*ck of a group.

- Quick aside: The rest of Bravo's lineup is a giant shit sandwich.

- Getting to like Kelly. Likin' Kelly Liken. Although her restaurant, Restaurant Kelly Liken, could really use a new name. Probably the most attractive female on the show, although Amanda cleans up better.

- Lot of Temesha in this episode so far. Usually a tell-tale sign that that person is gonna be sent home.

- Asher Farms. They get there and it's a variety of proteins and veggies, and the cooking space is pretty spartan. This would stress the shit out of me. Kenny is making sweet & sour eggplant. Kevin doing a cauliflower couscous. Wow. Stephen is doing a salad, and states he "wants to see how many ingredients he can get in there." Oh buddy...bad idea.

- Angelo "made love to his duck." That duck now has crabs.

- Couscous overboard! Kevin is gambling with doing over the couscous with broccoli. Ballsy, dog.

-Tim is doing a moussaline. Didn't that doom Jacqueline earlier this season? Note to chefs...no more moussalines! Kelly risking it all, doing a safe sounding dessert of strawberry rhubarb crisp. Yes, doing extra an extra dish usually hurts you more than helps you, but that dish sounds pretty benign...I'm guessing she'll be fine.

-Halfway point of the episode. Editing looks like it could be Temesha or Tim. I think we're also seeing the strongest chefs emerge. Angelo and Kenny have been there since the beginning, but Ed, Andrea, Kelly and Tiffany seem to be taking steps forward. Stephen and Tim are regressing. Amanda, Alex and Kevin are all over the place. The last five don't seem like they have the stuff to stick it out for the entire season. We shall see...

- Kenny is sauntering around in a fuzzy grey robe and a glass of red, basically being the smoothest smoothy of the group.

- Judges are eating family style, and a long outdoor table in Northern Virginia. They are not liking much. Kenny's curry, Angelo's duck and Andrea & Kelly's dishes are standing out. They thump on the rest of the lot.

- Eric and this red-headed Patrick guy are completely plastic. Too much makeup.

- Kenny, Kevin, Kelly and Andrea in the winner's circle. Kevin's couscous v.2 was a fortuitous accident for him. Padma gives Kenny props on his curry.  Kenny pulls out the win with the sweet & sour eggplant!

- Losers are Tim, Amanda and Stephen. Oooh, Padma rips them. Tim defends his moussaline, but Tom isn't having it. Stephen's salad bowl get's a cheesey poetic diss from Patrick. He clearly wants to watch himself on TV lately. Tom just cuts right to it. Tom just rules. Amanda looks constantly shell-shocked, especially after getting an "amateurish" comment from the judges.

- Stephen is overthinking his dishes. Amanda is underthinking them. Tim simply put forth a pretty lackluster effort. All three could get the hook, but my money is on Tim. Knowing Tom and Eric, they'd rather send home the superior chef that falls flat on their face than a weaker chef that misexecuted a component of their dish.

- Decision time. Tom gives a pretty eloquent synopsis of what the chefs didn't accomplished. And it's Tim. Ouch. Going out on turnips and potatoes. He's taking it very well though. He's not a whiner, and keeps his head.

- Preview of next week...Oooh, the cheftestants are going to be judging each other's dishes. Wow, if this doesn't cause internal strife in the townhome, I don't know what will!

Rumblings #6: Union

Our final Seattle Restaurant Week stop was Union, a few blocks from Pike Place Market. We wanted to choose an Ethan Stowell restaurant before the end of the week. For me, he's one of the premier chefs in Seattle...my generation's version of Tom Douglas.

Union is, or was, the oldest of his four restaurants, the one that established Stowell's reputation as a Northwest cuisine practitioner that infuses Italian influences into many of the dishes. Little did we know that Stowell would announce that Union would be shuttered in less than a month after our visit. Probably a combination of high downtown rent + difficult parking lead to its closing, or the fact that Stowell restaurants have taken a decidedly neighborhoodie approach.

As for his other restaurants, I had been to Tavolata and gorged myself on gnocchi. I've chowed down on carpaccios and crudos at How To Cook A Wolf. Each experience had been positive, so Union seemed to be a safe and potentially satisfying last stop.

Our party of five was seated on a relatively quiet Thursday, the very last night of Restaurant Week. As we cruised by the kitchen pass, I spotted none other than the man himself, Ethan Stowell cooking on the line. Ethan and his sous were both rockin' their traditional striped headbands. We were highly encouraged by this...that the chef overseeing four restaurants just happened to be manning ours the night we choose to visit. After a round of red wine, we moved on to the first course:

1st
Pea Soup w/ olive tapenade (her)
Pork Terrine w/ salad (him) 

Ann's soup was light and fresh, with distinct Italian flavors. The island of olive tapenade gave the soup a great texture and added a great dimension.

As for my pork terrine...I was a little underwhelmed. It was slightly stringy, like carnitas, but was lukewarm. It definitely had a strong piggy flavor, but I would prefer my terrine to have a distinct layered look and taste.

2nd
Seared halibut over spring beans (her)
Gnocchi w/ lamb ragu & mint (him)

Ann had her third piece of halibut in 2 weeks, and while still not up to the level she had at Rover's, Union's halibut was superior to what we saw at Avila. The flaky fish rested on top of a bed of beans, radishes, and other spring herbs and veggies that gave a great fresh texture. As for the halibut, the sear was a little heavy.

My gnocchi was soft and dense but the ragu just hit the wrong note. It was a lamb ragu with mint. Mint is tough. It's best executed in light dishes like a Canlis Salad. In a heavy meat sauce, on top of a heavy pasta, the mint ragu wasn't enhancing...it was distracting. I ended up having terrible indigestion immediately afterwards too. Not fond memories of that course.



3rd
Pecan tart w/ coffee ice cream (both)

Highlight of our evening...again. Our desserts, which truthfully is our least favorite course of meals, was generally the strongest offering at the restaurants that we visited. This sugary sweet pecan tart was a southern throwback, and definitely gave us a strong finish to a pretty average meal. The coffee ice cream was deep and sharp, yet mellowed the nutty sugarbomb that was the tart.

Overall, Union stood up to the other restuarants that we visited during the week. But for a variety of reasons, fell short in terms of what I was hoping for. The plating was average, and some of the courses did not have the type of flavor and texture I've come to expect from Stowell's haunts. We look forward to visiting Anchioves & Olives and having one of the five best dishes of 2010, and also Stowell's latest venture: Staple & Fancy Mercantile (which doesn't exactly roll trippingly off the tongue).

Fasten Your Seatbelts - the food is going to take you on a bumpy ride

Imagine this: hard, dry whole wheat rolls sprinkled with tough seeds wrapped tightly in plastic wrap; a rectangular container with rounded edges covered in sweating foil encompassing mushy pasta in a gluey, half-congealed cream sauce that has been overbaked to dry crust on the edges; a tiny square cup containing wilting, sad pieces of iceberg lettuce sprinkled with chewy slivers of carrots next to a little plastic container of honey vinaigrette; playhouse-sized plastic cutlery wrapped tightly in a papery napkin and plastic coverings.

Open your eyes. You know what I'm talking about. Airplane food. Mmmm. Nectar of the recycled air-high altitude-don't be Kevin Smith fat or else you need two seats-pay for anything you bring on board even your purse-remember the Airborne-Gods.

Some of you may not recognize this description unless you have taken an overseas flight since the American-based airlines have long ceased to provide full meals to their passengers as part of their ticket price unless the flight involves crossing an ocean (first and business class passengers notwithstanding). However, I was lucky enough to have had my flight from Seattle to Dallas Forth Worth to New Orleans be magically upgraded to first class without having to do anything and I got to experience actual food on real plates and silverware that was maybe not silver but stainless steel at the least and wanted to blog about this subject.

You used to be fed on flights that were over 4-5 hours or so; you may have only gotten nuts and a juice from your flight from PDX to LAX but your SEA to JFK trip would have included the aforementioned gluey pasta. No more. Now, you can pay $5 for a snack pack including various pre-packaged string cheeses, crackers, salami, a granola bar and a package of M&M's. I've been on flights that have sold fast-food type burgers, breakfast burritos, egg and sausage biscuits or sandwiches all for $5. It always surprises me that people actually purchase these sodium-filled bombs when they could have gotten the better version at the airport McDonald's or grab-and-go. I think that some airlines have made an effort to make these meals a little more edible now that people actually have to purchase them but barely. Which brings me to my next point: airline food comes with a stigma but airline food does not have to be bad.

Why does airline food suck so much? It really doesn't need to. A couple of seasons ago on Top Chef, contestants had to put together an airplane food meal for the judges, including Anthony Bourdain. They were limited to ingredients the airline had in their central kitchen, space and height limitations as well as the limitation of heating the food the way airline attendants do: in those airplane ovens. Some people were able to make fantastic food and I would bet that if they had more time to prepare and become accustomed to the food and limitations as well as had some practice, they would have been able to make better dishes.
 Airline food doesn't suck half as much overseas. My experience has found that many international flights, even relatively short ones, provide food. A few months ago, I flew the much-lauded Singapore Airlines in coach and was not only spoiled by the in-flight entertainment system, footrest and internet connection but by the meal. I recall an Indian type meal with basmati rice and curried chickpeas that was actually pretty good and served with a dessert that I happily finished instead of cafeteria-style cake. I've had tomato, pesto and mozzarella sandwiches on the short flight between London and Paris. Air Canada once surprised me with midflight ice cream service instead of another bag of pretzels.

My first class meal in American consisted of the typical bowl of cubed honeydew and cantaloupe but also a warm biscuit that was actually buttery and flaky, an omelet with herbs and chevre inside that soft instead of dried out and potatoes that had been cooked in a broiler or seared at some point for nice browning on the sides. I commend AA's chef for providing a decent meal with nice chevre instead of something cheaper and more traditional like cheddar cheese, albeit limited to first class only. 
 The bottom line is we should ask more of our airlines to craft delicious food. Yes, we understand that we may need to pay for food for domestic flights but the items should at least be good. Or else we should really have bought that Wolfgang Puck stop sammie instead of spending $5 on crap. And when we shell out the extra bucks to visit Santorini, Kyoto, Munich, Buenos Aires or Paris, we should strive to ask for something al dente and not loaded with sodium instead of real flavor.

I wish we could boycott airline food or airlines on the basis of food but that is obviously completely moronic. However, the more our food blows, the more I do my best to take that BA flight over Delta. Food has always been an indicator of the downfall of the economy. They say fast-food sales is one economic indicator but it also was the first trend in the sinking airline industry: first they cut meals, then they cut blankets, now they charge for baggage. Can we please restore some faith in our customers and in the airline industry by bringing back the food? Please oh recycled air-high altitude-don't be Kevin Smith fat or else you need two seats-pay for anything you bring on board even your purse-remember the Airborne-Gods? Thanks. Amen.

Fresh Fish: Top Chef Season 7 - Episode 1

Ann and I are watching the premier of the Top Chef: Washington D.C.

We're live-blogging our thoughts, feelings, emotions.

9:04- Arnold...effeminate Asian male with flashy clothing. Stereotype check, good to go. Chefs look like they have a nice range of experience and accolades. Watch your feet. Angelo is dropping names...

9:06- Whoa, John...dreads are out of control! And Padma and Tom are getting things off quick. Padma's boobs are out of control...What up now, Gail!? First challenge is a mise en place speed test. For those that don't know, mise en place is every chef's setup...all ingredients they'll need for the evening, prepped and ready at hand. You can't function without it.

9:09- Bruinosse test. Kenny is quick. Destroys the chicken portion too.

9:11- Final four: Kenny, Angelo, Kevin and Timothy. They're taking the ingredients from their mise and making an entree. Kenny's duo of chicken looks promising...

9:18- Get that sponsor plug in, Padma! Angelo wins. Dish looked strong. Easy Kenny...little too early in the game to be a malcontent.

9:19- Final challenge is to cook in groups. Do their regional cuisine. Angelo and Kenny are fighting for who is alpha dog. I like it already.

9:21- 4 hours in Whole Foods.../coma. They enter the home. Gorgeous townhome. John...you are DEFINITELY from New Hampshire.

9:23- Ann: "I like how Angelo did potato noodles...that was inventive. John is funny hippie...I'm interested in what kind of Zen creations he concocts."

9:25- "Cyrus" looks like it could be funny...Ok, we're back and they're raiding Whole Foods. Ann - "I think Jacqueline, who is a caterer and should know how to make food for 300 people, is being set up for the epic fail, based on the way they're editing it."

9:27- Alex doing borscht...bold choice. Is bold the right word? Amanda trying her best to not seem like the "girl who sliced her palm open"...we're not that convinced. Angelo doing a arctic char with a smoked bacon froth. Sign me up. John is from Michigan??!!

9:30 - Kenny doing trout with black bean mole. Tasty. John doing a dessert, which he quickly effs up. Time's up! Quite the space they're catering. Huge hall. Jacqueline's chicken liver terrine looks like shit, and she's freaking. Cover it up, babe!

9:32- Padma's boobs will need a plate too! Holy lord... Ann - "Ooooh, Eric Ripert...so dreamy." Amanda doing a neo-classical California plate of snapper carpaccio...Ann calls it "sea-barf"...pretty accurate. She needs to work on her plating, big time. Kevin's lamb looks solid. Jacqueline's pate gets a thumbs down from Ripert. You're dead, lady.

9:38- Kenny's trout and mole looks like the standout in this group. Alex doing a deconstructed borscht. Guess he did go bold. We both hate beets but that looked good. Tim's fish is too big.

9:41- John...I'm guessing you run naked amongst the maple trees in Michigan too. Winners of the Quickfire are being brought out for the final judges table, aside from Alex. Angelo wins again. Definitely setting the pace. John, Tim, Jacqueline and Stephen are the losers. Our money is on Jacqueline.

9:46- Stephen's ribeye called chicken nuggets by Ripert...ouch. Jacqueline is getting grilled by Tom. John says "bringing mousse to your mouth" and I feel dirty. "I guess I was being stupid"...wrong thing to say. Tim's fish is chewy but is saying the right things. He fell the furthest, which could really hurt them.

9:49- Judges have decided...Ann- "I think it's John. It was...nothing. I would have made a better dessert. It's way too pedestrian. Jacqueline had a good idea, Stephen had a good story, and Tim's mistake with the skin were minor errors. John failed on execution and taste." I agree. John looks like he could get the axe here pretty quick, although from a pure entertainment standpoint, I kind of want to see what insanity he would bring. Jacqueline is my 2nd choice for the cut.

9:52- Loosen up people. "I'm here to cook"...No, you're not. If you're were anywhere to cook, you'd be in your kitchen in your restaurant, making food for your customers. You're here to be on TV, get a better gig from all the restaurateurs that are watching. Don't fake the funk. Ann "And if I was a restaurateur, I wouldn't take anyone that didn't let loose and have fun...if you're not a joyful person, your food probably isn't joyful either." Definitely. Good we're gross, agreeing about everything.

9:56- Ann "Boobies, boobies, boobies..." Clearly, we're both fixated on Padma's chesticles... John is OUT. A Beard award nominee, out the door. John getting emotional. Bummer. Tony Bourdain and Buzz Aldrin, at the same table in the previews...too much awesomeness all at the same table, says Ann.

Final thoughts: Ann - "I think it'll be an interesting year. I like Angelo...he talked a big game, but backed it up. I like go-getters and people who are confident. Angelo and Alex's dishes standout because they were memorable and creative. The deconstructed borscht and Angelo's bacon froth with arctic char were great dishes. Everyone else may have done a well-seasoned and well-cooked steak and vegetables but come on, they were steak and vegetables.  This was an opportunity to be creative and ballsy and many folks played it safe. I don't remember what many of the others made and they had lost their moment to shine early on."

Rumblings #5: Stumbling Goat

Our fifth restaurant, Stumbling Goat Bistro, is a Phinney Ridge mainstay known for organic, locally-grown sustainable sustenance. Separated into two distinctly different dining rooms, the Goat has a cloistered neighborhood feel to it, dimly lit with dark maroon drapes and carpet. I had been there previously, and had what I conservatively call the greatest bread pudding I've ever had. But there were questions, the most prescient being whether the cuisine would stand-up to previous meals with new head chef Josh Theilen?

Our friends Jaimie and Jeff joined us on a busy Sunday night at the restaurant. Here's what we ate, and what our tastebuds told our brains:

First:
Mussels in broth (her)
Butter lettuce with sherry vinaigrette (him)

Weakest course all around. Mussels were tasty, but they actually charged us extra for a toasted piece of bread. Really? Maybe it's just an unsaid rule, but when you serve mussels, you should have a starchy sponge to mop up all the lovely broth. That's what we like to call "weaksauce." My salad was simple and straightforward and not newsworthy. Moving on...

Second:
Trout with English Peas and Pearl Onions (her; pictured)
Mushroom Ravioli (him; pictured)

Ann went with back to back seafood while I did back to back vegetarian dishes. Her trout was massive, perfectly cooked with a crispy skin. Little on the oily side, but that's pretty standard with trout. The peas were well-cooked as well, not crunchy or mushy or chewy.

At Stumbling Goat, the fare is low key and focused on flavor. None of the dishes featured more than 4-5 main ingredients.

My mushroom ravioli was so savory and deep. I really liked this dish. Again, the focus was flavor. The chanterelle pile was meaty and rich. The handmade ravioli was also packed with the earthy goodness of chanterelles and shittakes. In the last year, I've come to appreciate...and maybe even revere, mushrooms. Especially chanterelles. I think they can offer a very comparable alternative to meats/proteins. And seeing how I seem to date pescatarians, it's a good thing that I've come around on fungi.

How wrong did that last sentence feel, eh? Anywho...

Delicately shaved parmesan topped off this very strong pasta dish that left me smiling and wanting another half serving.

It's a good thing I didn't though. Our dessert was probably the standout of the entire week: The chocolate terrine.

Third:
Chocolate Terrine (him & her)

For those unfamiliar with "terrine," it's simply the pressing of 2-4 similar ingredients into a layered block of pate. Traditional terrines are made with fatty proteins, like pork or duck. Our dessert was a chocolate terrine, featuring four layers of so-deep-it's-subterranean decadence. Chocolate shortbread, milk chocolate ganache, pistachio ganache, and bittersweet chocolate ganache, floating amongst a raspberry coulis. Again, Stumbling Goat had finished strong with a memorable dessert that not only made us forget any earlier misfires, but set a high bar for any dessert we had going forward. Here it is in all it's glory...

In the end, Stumbling Goat featured the strongest service we had during Restaurant Week. From beginning to end, flavor was always brought forward, and the food got stronger as we progressed.

But hey, don't take our word for it...here's Blazed Padma Lakshmi to tell you what's what.

"Hey. Heeeeyyyy! Can I get this to go? No, seriously, I totally want more. I have the whole Glad Family of Products in my car. Wait here.

*8 minutes later*

So I totally couldn't find that CD you wanted to burn. Do you have any more of the chocolate layery thing? I can take some home if you don't have any more bags.

Oh, look.

My jeans feel really funny if I rub them like this. But when I rub them the other way, nothing. See. Nothing. Ugh. I'm taking these back to Barney's.

Hey, you're not Tom..."

Last and certainly not least, Union, is up next.


-Nick

Rumblings #4: In the Barrio... of Bellevue?

I ventured out of Seattle for my restaurant week try #4 to the other side of the lake, trying out Barrio in Bellevue.  Not the barrio but Barrio, another offering from the Heavy Restaurant Group in the same vein as Purple Cafe and Wine Bar.

Like all of the Purples I've been to, my chief complaint is the noise. Barrio shares a bathroom with Purple in Bellevue, joined by a narrow hallway. The designers for the Heavy Restaurant Group must have a penchant for dark wood, dim lighting, medieval-heavy furniture, high ceilings, large spaces and not enough sound dampening.  It is dark but not recommended for a romantic date or first date, unless you are accustomed to yelling at each other. Imagine this:

First date dude: "I like the guacamole here!  I grew up in California and there were fresh avocados all of the time.  I'm a lucky SOB."

First date gal: "What? You grew up in Cali and there were fresh almost hot hos and you have a sucky STD?"

Jenny and I were lucky to be seated in the back of the restaurant which was a little less busy, further away from the raucous groups so we didn't need to shout at each other.  However, we were also seated a little too closely to our neighbors. One couple had ordered the fried hominy which looked delicious and I was incredibly tempted to reach over with my fork and spear a couple of the breaded, fried kernels while they were engaged in conversation. The food was completely within my reach, starting at me with sweet-smelling fried goodness.

Since our reservations were at 7:30pm, we were completely famished after a long day at work and ordered chips and guac on top of our three course restaurant week meal. The chips were fresh and the right balance of light, crispy and not too greasy although in my hungry state, I probably ate like Oliver going at his gruel.  Please sir, some more? 

We both started with a ceviche, served with plaintain chips. I am critical of ceviche which can often taste too flat like a boring salsa, too fishy or too much citrus/lime. In order to get a full, flavorful bite, you really needed to dish it up on the crispy plaintain chip for texture with a loaded bite of mahi mahi, pineapple, red onions, cilantro and chiles. The pineapple was really what balanced out the flavors and lent the right amount of sweetness and acid to balance out the heat of the chiles. A bite without it was too flat.

I will fully admit that I don't always read things thoroughly. Especially menus when I am gabbing with a girlfriend who hadn't yet told me about her vacation in Europe... so I didn't realize that the fish tacos that I ordered were beer battered and fried instead of grilled or otherwise. The pieces of cod were giant and a bit greasy but the tortilla held up to the taco-ful. However, come on - fried fish tacos served with slaw and salsa are a no-brainer and not exactly novel especially when you can get them at Baja Fresh. I should have read the menu a little bit more carefully. On the flipside, Jenny had the pork and thought it was tasty.

Let's just say that I didn't even need to read the dessert options. There was no choice. Fresh churros to dip in Xocatal chocolate?  Let me see, your options are something boring, something boring and fried sugar dough goodness to dip in some exotic sounding chocolate... what would you choose? My sentiments exactly. The churros were warm - bordering on hot so clearly right out of the fryer: soft, chewy with a crisp outside and covered in sugar.  A nice balance of sweet to dip in the bittersweet molten chocolate; not at all the cloyingly sweet, crunchy sugar covered mess that you get by the foot at Disneyland. After having savored Argentinian churros in London last fall, my suggestion for improvement for this would be an option to have the churros either filled with dulce de leche or for there to be dulce de leche on the side. But maybe that would that would be too sinfully good and the restaurant would turn into an Herbal Essences commercial... or something like that. You probably don't people ruining the atmosphere by screaming in ecstacy.

Barrio had some tasty dishes and I thought it was pretty good. However, not to belittle the genre (since I am pretty sure I want to worship at the altar of Rick Bayless) but it was just fancy Mexican. What I ate was solid and delicious but didn't exactly knock my socks off in terms of flavor but perhaps the mediocrity of the fish tacos ruined it for me. I will have to give it another try but I think I would prefer to dine at La Carta de Oaxaca for some authentic un-fancy fare - for less.

And for a bonus, here are my pictures of my Argentinian churro along the river Thames - filled with both chocolate and dulce de leche. Amazing!