A Taste of Seattle
When I think of Seattle I think of eating. I think about the charcuterie plate at Le Pichet, wedged between a bread basket and a pichet of cold rosé at lunch. I think of the smell of warm croissants first thing in the morning from Le Panier. Of the ever so funky Mama's Mexican kitchen, the walls covered in elvis paraphernalia and the tables covered in maragaritas, chips and salsa.
With all of this in mind, I set off to Seattle early this past Sunday with my one of my favourite eating partners and dearest friends Gwen.
Our first pit stop was Calico Cupboard Cafe & Bakery in Mount Vernon for breakfast and bottomless coffee. I ordered some steamed milk on the side and ended up with this beautiful array.
As usual, breakfast was comforting and just right to satisfy us for the rest of our drive.
Armed with new tattoos (a tiny heart for me and some meaningful scripture for her), we roamed, did some budget shopping, rested our legs with a cheeky midday cocktail and snacks at Yard House, then settled back into our room for an apéro before dinner.
We enjoyed some sweet treats from the Fairmont, including honey from their very own rooftop honeybees (you can learn more about this movement in a story I wrote here.)
For dinner we shared our love of French food at Le Pichet, a small French bistro that transports me to Paris every time I visit. We sipped kir royals, feasted on steak frites and salmon, and left with sweet sticky teeth from their house made caramels.
After a lazy morning sipping coffee in our comfy bed, we snuck in a mini workout in the fitness centre before exploring Pike Place Market in the rain.
While my gluten allergy no longer allows me the flakey buttery croissants at Le Panier, I insisted get Gwen to taste one (out of love she always tells me anything with wheat tastes terrible..but her face tells me otherwise.)
For our last meal we got to experience a true Seattle institution - Shuckers. This upscale oyster bar has a charming air thanks to the beautifully carved oak paneling and tin ceiling from when it was a haberdashery (a men's clothing store) in the 1930's. We had no choice but to start with some Washington oysters and Champagne.
For our mains Gwen ordered a classic caesar salad and chowder combo, while I couldn't resist the Meyer lemon and rosemary broiled black cod served with a roasted acorn squash stuffed with lobster salad and covered with gouda.
Chef Gavin Stephenson, who is also the hotel's beekeeper, did not disappoint. Everything was perfectly cooked, dressed and seasoned.
We hit the road with full bellies, warmed by the incredible service of the Fairmont staff who took our experience to the next level.
Seattle, I'll be back soon, there's still so much to taste.