Recently, my wife (Anne) and I found ourselves facing a table covered in cheeses, dried fruits, olives, crackers, all backdropped by six black-bagged bottles of mysterious wines. This, in the middle of our old digs, a place so deeply familiar yet newly furnished by unfamiliar guts. Our friends, Virginia and Patrick, now lived there and the furnishments were theirs. They also supplied the mystery we faced that evening, having heard of times that we had managed a blind wine tasting. We brought cheese, crackers, and incisive curiosity.
A new restaurant unfurled itself on the great untapped North side of Seattle. The Shambles, located at 7777 15th Ave NE, lays just South of the diagonal rip of Lake City Way. It labels itself “Seattle’s Neighborhood Bar & Butcher”. Personally, yay to the first part, boo to the second. I am a vegetarian (actually pescatarian) and there is little reason for me to frequent a place that has mastered the art of draping meat on other meat (literally, the first image you see on their site is stacked meat). Not my thing. I do, however, have many friends who adore that very meat draping I care so little for. And, what is a food blog without all the food? I figured that I could easily blog about meat if I had surrogate mouths to report on said meat. And, thus, my surrogate mouths and I went. Continue reading