Results tagged “thai”

There is good eating to be found near the station, even if you have to dodge a few cars to find it. Thai Recipe is located in the same strip mall as Domino’s on McClellan, and it is the only Thai restaurant we know of that even borders on North Beacon Hill. The very friendly staff serves good, reliable, and tasty Thai food, available for take out or to eat in the small dining room.

When rumors indicated that the clock might be ticking on a personal favorite pizza spot--Madame K's in Ballard--Seattlest rushed to organize a final dinner with some friends for the weekend. The pizza is good-ish and the whorehouse kitsch decor engenders a surprisingly comfortable environment; there are few rooms in the city that wrap a party in as warm a womb as the back of Madame K's. The smell of pizza intermingles with the must of retro thrift lingerie and it's cramped and weird and we love it. They actually cut their pizza into squares, Chicago style. If you think that's not a big deal try to get a random pizza delivery place to cut a pie into squares instead of slices sometime. What ends up arriving at your door is interesting, to say the least.

We really hesitate to head out for curry, as it’s a staple in our cooking repertoire – sort of our emergency food. But when we found ourselves at Racha recently, we decided to give the exotic sounding Jungle Curry a try.

So, the Seattle P-I restaurant critic writes that "Safeco's got some of the worst food in the major leagues." That statement struck a nerve with this Seattlest, as we tend to think that Safeco has some of the best food in MLB parks.

Having never been to the Triple Door, we did a 'lil looky-loo on the series of tubes that is the internets. The place seemed a little more hoity-toity than we were used to, with its plush half-moon booths and candle-lit tables. Reluctantly, we ditched the jeans we'd worn for three days and dappered up a bit. Upon arrival at the Triple Door, we're greeted by a lovely hostess who shows us to our table, tells us a little about the place. Our waitress shows up a moment later, takes our drink order, tells us the dinner and app specials. It's a different universe than we're used to when it comes to seeing a show. We feel a little lost, but when the music starts, it feels right. Laura Veirs and openers Lake are, after all, pretty mellow music-wise. Seeing them in this kind of setting, on a Friday night, after an exhausting work-week, well, it's just... nice. Yeah, nice.

Unopened moving boxes. Furniture in temporary locations. No clue where the closest pizza, Thai, or Indian delivery places are.

Since our last Uwajiwhat focused on coconut milk, it seems appropriate to address the other staple in our Thai pantry: curry paste. And the best of the bunch is again Mae Ploy.

Sometimes it seems like every Seattle street corner has teriyaki, Tully’s, or a Thai restaurant. Everyone’s got a favorite place for Thai food (ours are actually in Issaquah and Tukwila), though we prefer to cook and eat it at home. Thai cooking is fairly easy once you get the hang of it.

Stems. Leaves. Flowers. In the Asian market, the sea of green can be a tough section of store to navigate. You’ll see some stuff you recognize, and sniff some, too. But some herbs will be new, yet well worth exploring.

As usual, Seattlest has donuts on our mind. Since we are compelled to endure that barbaric time of day known in some parts of the world as have been thinking about them too.

Seattlest and Mrs. Seattlest have been getting take out on Friday nights at Chantanee Family Thai Restaurant in Bellevue for almost 3 years and have found no better Thai restaurant on the Eastside. From time to time, we eschew the styrofoam containers and eat our meal in the gold and purple themed interior. The service? Efficient and friendly.

When we found that Gorditos was getting out of the lukewarm kitchen that is Queen Anne hill’s restaurant business, we started keeping tabs, via a biweekly stroll, on the eateries closing (and, less frequently, opening) in the neighborhood. That wasn’t often enough.

It's a huge menu, somewhere between "too many notes" and "there's got to be a pony in there somewhere." Chef Bruce Dillon, most recently in Florida, offers an almost overwhelming panoply of Indian, Chinese, Thai, Indonesian, Cuban, and Carribbean flavors at the soon-to-open Marazul. Perched atop Whole Foods, adjacent to the Pan Pacific Hotel, the restaurant's 170 indoor seats focus inward on a wood-and-copper décor that suggests palm trees and a whiff of the exotic.

What in the world is that? And just what do I do with it? If you’ve ever walked down a grocery aisle and wondered those things, you’re now in luck.

These pictures have a distinct "Usual Suspects" air about them, like something's about to happen and it's going to involve automatic weapons fire and European accents with a few mutants or extraterrestrials on the side.

Jagshemash!

, baby, and that's enough.

If you haven't already checked out Black Bottle (a "gastro-tavern") at 1st and Vine in Belltown, and you're into sharing great food but aren't into spending a fortune, it's about time.

Our day started early at the KEXP Backyard stage where the Mountlake Terrace trio, Mon Frere, woke us up, got us moving, fed us our delicious brunch of new wave keyboard and guitar anthems. We headed straight there – hadn’t even had our coffee yet, still a bit bleary-eyed from the night before. But this seemed the way to go. Jump right in. Don’t tip-toe into the lake like a pussy. Just get in there. It’s the best way.

Lo and behold, we love lotus!

What a workload, what a record! For close to ten years, 3,500 nights in a row, the barkeeps at Tini Bigs have been shaking, stirring & pouring. Not to mention researching, developing & testing, testing, testing. (Who can say as much? 13 Coins and Denny's, those always-open stalwarts, don't have the same reputation for innovative drinks, to say the least.) To celebrate, owner Keith Robbins dropped the price of libations to $3.50...for a couple of hours.

This has been a rough week for your -ist pals, though you wouldn't know it from the great posts all over the network. Plagued with server problems, our tech team (led by the great Neil Epstein) toiled around the clock to solve the glitches as they arose. Seriously, we've said, typed, and thought the phrase "server problems" more in the past week than we have for the last 35 years combined. Why not say it a few more times, just for fun? For example, SFist is sure the San Francisco Chronicle wishes they could blame server problems for this error. But this San Francisco man that appeared on "The Daily Show" is, sadly, no glitch in the system.

Pho. Take a look at the sign, and the Vietnamese text looks like it’s asking you questions: Want a piece of me? Can you even pronounce me? (Try “fuh”.)

There was a time about a year ago, when we went to dinner at the Oasis Cafe for the first time, and, after receiving average food and abominable service, we vowed never to go there again. Fast forward to last night: we were hungry for sushi, while our companion for the evening was hungry for Thai. So we figured, what the hell, we'd give that pan-Asian Oasis another try. This time around, the food was good, and the service was a little bit better (though still terribly slow). We'd be willing to venture there again, but only if we had a lotta time to kill and were craving some gigantic sushi maki.

The Seattle Town Hall is officially On Notice, for having the Elizabeth Kolbert Science Series lecture in the basement. Far too many people were interested in her lecture based on her climate change writing--we were third in line when they locked the doors and turned us away, and the line was still snaking around the corner. They're not quite Dead to Me, because Seattle Channel is filming Kolbert's talk, and will broadcast it online sometime soon for all to see for free.

Seattlest had never been to the O Lounge until last weekend, and, given the service there, we may or may not return in the forseeable future. It's a swank 'n' posh little bar/music venue that acts as an adjunct to Orrapin, the Thai restaurant next door. With its warm orange walls covered in candles and Hindu-inspired wooden bas reliefs, the space is (in the words of one of our companions for the evening) "very top-of-Queen Anne."

Seattlest eats too much meat. Let's start from there. A few weeks back we decided that a good experiment would be to not eat meat for lunch for a one week period. These would be dine-in or take-out lunches in and around the Pioneer Square area, not something we brought from home. They have to be fast and relatively cheap and they can't contain Pad Thai, which we hate. They also need to be pretty hearty because our breakfast consists of coffee and they need to be within easy walking distance of, say, the ferry terminal. Next week seems to be as good a place as any to start because 1) it consists of only four lunches and 2) we actually tried to start the previous two weeks and failed.

This week Seattlest was craving Thai. Something simple and something nearby--but since we live only five blocks from where we work, it's hard to avoid eating dinner at the places we frequent for lunch. We find our lunch haunts unseemly for dinner. Not that there's anything wrong with them, it's just that we eat at them practically every day and we associate them with daylight hours. So when we walked down to Ayutthaya for dinner, it was a little disorienting.

The outside world holds a vision of Seattle's relationship to salmon that has us spooning pink fish flakes from a bowl of milk in the morning or simply grabbing one from the nearest body of water for an anytime sashimi snack. This view is not altogether unfounded. Is the tide ebbing, though? Maybe your last out-of-town guest ordered the tilapia after countless past visits spent tentatively ordering blackened salmon from the foreign seafood menu. Or, if they ordered the salmon maybe they asked for it by brand, "I'll have the Copper River salmon. I believe it's in season. Medium-rare, please." When these houseguests arrive from airports such as O'Hare you know the unthinkable has happened. Salmon has become passé.