I haven’t been in the shiny kitchen much lately. Last weekend, I happily ventured to Seattle to partake in copious amounts of happy hour libations. I went with a couple of friends who enjoy eating and drinking as much as I do. If you haven’t experienced a Seattle Happy Hour, you need to. Go now! Happy hour times vary by restaurant or bar. Typically they go from about 3-5 pm, break for dinner, and resume at about 8-9 pm. It’s a great way to keep seats full in a restaurant past the 5-8 dinner seating.
On our first night we first went to Dragonfish, a great Asian Fusion restaurant in mine and Pearlie’s hotel, The Paramount. Bri stayed in the hotel next door, the Hyatt’s Olive 8. He had some great meal comps and we broke the fast with him each morning at Urbane. Not your average hotel restaurants, that’s for sure.
For breakfast, I had the mushroom scramble with some killer hash browns. After redecorating Bri’s hotel room, we went to the Seattle Arts Museum to see the Gauguin exhibit. The Polynesian art worked us up into a happy hour frenzy. We went to the SAM Taste Restaurant. We had the wings, rosemary frites and deep fried cheese curd! All the dipping sauces were tasty to boot. P and I were loving our cocktails, the Hammering Man, named after the big sculpture outside of a, well, a hammering man.
Fortified, we headed to Pike Place Market. I had a bad case of the swivel head, looking at the fruits, veggies, pastries, wine, cheese, bread, flowers, musicians and daffodils planted everywhere, almost in full bloom. And look at this shiny tomato on the step of DeLaurenti, an Italian specialty wine and food shop.
At Pike Place, P took me to Antiques at Pike Place. Wow, I could have done a lot of damage. I did find this cute vintage label (mint!) that will be framed and hung in the shiny tomato kitchen.
After shopping, a massage (not mine, sadly), and a freshen up, we hit the happy hour at Ruth Chris’ Steak House, try saying that after a few bubblies. They make a great Margarita flatbread. Our bill was $30 for all three of us. Incredible. We returned to Bri’s hotel for a yummy happy hour at Urbane and sampled the rosemary fried chickpeas, veggie corn dogs, and I can’t remember the other thing at this moment. The big beers brought us down.
We capped off the weekend back at Urbane (3rd time, but comped!) and this time I tried the veggie cutlet…it really rocked and the little bowl of mustard was good mustard. Like all good things, the weekend had come to an end. It was time for P and I to head to the Greyhound station. That’s right, I said Greyhound. And it wasn’t bad. Aside from when we were asked to take out the two bottles of wine we were each bringing back to Vancouver. Ground transportation laws or something to that effect. Don’t fret, P quickly ran it back to Bri’s hotel and he brought it in to work for us on Monday. Whew! I’m glad P was thinking! And that Bri was the official photographer or I’d have nothing! It was an incredible weekend with good friends. I give it five forks.