You know those buzzy, soft openings that restaurant people are always going to? Where friends and family of the chef and others close to the project get to dine at the restaurant before it even opens to the public? Well, now you’re invited, too.
Sure, nothing says ‘I love you’ like flowers and a handmade card. But nothing - and I mean nothing - says ‘I love you’ and ‘I won’t do it again’ and ‘Yes, I will clean up my toys and eat my vegetables and let you sleep’ like brunch.
And not just any brunch, but one that manages to elevate moms to the superheros they are. That means Bacon Jam Bloody Marys. And a new Prosecco bar. And hot gooey pastries straight from the oven alongside smoked salmon blanketing poached eggs slathered in Bearnaise.
On April 24, the 76-room, century old Hotel Sorrento unveiled its revamped eatery. Gone is the stodgy Hunt Club and in its place owners Barbara and Michael Malone have debuted the chic, Moroccan-tiled Dunbar Room, whose name is repurposed from the Sorrento’s 1960s restaurant. Come summer, the garden in the hotel’s front courtyard will offer the Dunbar’s full contemporary American menu for dining alfresco in the sun.
How much would you donate (dough-nate?) to bring a late-night donut shop to Capitol Hill?
Chef Justin Newtsrum (Portage Bay Café, Crave) hopes it’s enough to help him reach his $16,000 goal to open a deep-fried dream called 9th & Hennepin. He's a big Tom Waits fan.
A hungry crowd buzzed around Friday Harbor's Brickworks building long before doors opened for the first ever Bite of the San Juan Islands on Sunday. Friends of vendors offered help, a barely veiled excuse to get the first peek at the dozens of booths full of delicious things. Literal boatloads of people walked directly from ferries toward the scent of fresh-baked bread. And no one left until long after the teardown time, everyone hanging on to help lighten kegs carried over from Orcas, or slurp just one more freshly shucked oyster.
Adam Stevenson, who made a name for himself as the chef of the now long-gone Earth & Ocean restaurant (replaced by TRACE) at the W Hotel, is joining forces with his wife to market a new line of small batch cashew milk.
It’s been a year filled with a crushing amount of new restaurants. So much so, some of the important ones are getting lost in the shuffle. The one that immediately comes to mind, for me anyway, is Tray Kitchen.
Roger Martinho may not be a household name here in Seattle, but give it time. He’s the incredibly talented semi-new pastry chef at Ba Bar, who’s been whipping up classic French desserts since the beginning of the year. That includes macarons.
Last night, I drove down to Portland for a 16 hour whirlwind trip (thank you Jupiter Hotel for the last minute accommodations!). It's not something I would normally do during the week, but this was important: an invitation to attend one of Renee Erickson’s book launch parties.
Back in June, I met up with Shaun McCrain shortly after he left Book Bindery (which is now Hommage) to talk about his next steps. He kept pretty quiet on details, but I could tell he had a specific vision in mind for his next chapter: a small intimate restaurant that he and his business (and life) partner Jill Kinney could be proud of, along with their regular customers.
The former real estate developer who brought 99 Park to life in Belleuve has two more restaurants in the works.
Micah Pittman tells me that he plans to open a cool new sports bar and a Spanish tapas lounge right across the street from his newest eastside restaurant that just launched in late August. He had just signed the lease when I spoke to him Thursday night.
Northern Italian has landed in South Lake Union.
Rigoletto (451 Yale Ave. N.; 206.641.7671), a new restaurant by former Il Fornaio chef and La Toscanella owner Enrico Ambrosetti, opens tonight for dinner at 5 p.m..
In the current issue of Seattle Magazine, I review Intermezzo Carmine in Pioneer Square. The most fun I had with this story was not stuffing my face with cicchetti from this new-ish Il Terrazzo off-shoot, but talking to Maria Smeraldo, Carmine’s widow.