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(My apologies to any vegetarians and vegans who subscribe to this journal - while there are no photos, I'm still going to talk about food that you don't eat. And I support you folks not eating this sort of stuff!)
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As some of you may remember, I love steak tartare. Good steak tartare is one of my absolute favorite meals; one of the best things about my last work trip to Copenhagen was that the hotel restaurant had excellent steak tartare. Did I have it for dinner every night of the trip? Why yes, yes I did. And it was glorious.
Anyhoodle, I had been craving it (well, more than usual), so I did a search to see if there was anywhere here in Seattle that had well-reviewed, classic versions of it. Many, many local food writers have gone into raptures about the version at The Walrus and the Carpenter oyster bar, which is relatively close to where I live. And while there was nothing on the menu that appealed to the Stroppy One, he was fine going off to have sushi while Jen and I had oysters, raw meat, and cocktails.
OMG. Those food writers were not wrong. That was amazing steak tartare. And delicious fried oysters, and wonderful cocktails. And, encouraged by Jen, who is a big fan of oysters, I tried one. As in, the raw type where you just tip the whole thing out of the shell and into your mouth. It turns out I like raw oysters. Not as much as raw meat, mind you, but still, surprisingly tasty and not a problem with the texture! (That was my big concern about them.)
So much good food. The prices are such that we can't justify going there every month, but we're going to try to go there every now and again.
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As some of you may remember, I love steak tartare. Good steak tartare is one of my absolute favorite meals; one of the best things about my last work trip to Copenhagen was that the hotel restaurant had excellent steak tartare. Did I have it for dinner every night of the trip? Why yes, yes I did. And it was glorious.
Anyhoodle, I had been craving it (well, more than usual), so I did a search to see if there was anywhere here in Seattle that had well-reviewed, classic versions of it. Many, many local food writers have gone into raptures about the version at The Walrus and the Carpenter oyster bar, which is relatively close to where I live. And while there was nothing on the menu that appealed to the Stroppy One, he was fine going off to have sushi while Jen and I had oysters, raw meat, and cocktails.
OMG. Those food writers were not wrong. That was amazing steak tartare. And delicious fried oysters, and wonderful cocktails. And, encouraged by Jen, who is a big fan of oysters, I tried one. As in, the raw type where you just tip the whole thing out of the shell and into your mouth. It turns out I like raw oysters. Not as much as raw meat, mind you, but still, surprisingly tasty and not a problem with the texture! (That was my big concern about them.)
So much good food. The prices are such that we can't justify going there every month, but we're going to try to go there every now and again.
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I really miss good bread and butter. I can do rye very, very sparingly. Huh, I should check how it freezes, so I can keep some around.
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Its good to find new things that make you happy. I am still thinking about the giant cinnamon rolls made in muffin pans. There was a bakery in London where I spent too much time.
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