Daddy Dearest

Father’s Day Food

Five places to fete the ol’ pater familias next Sunday

By Kathryn Robinson June 14, 2010

Don’t make Dad call for the reservations!

Father’s Day is next Sunday, people. Wondering where to celebrate him?

Cedarbrook Lodge, a boutique destination hotel situated amid lush wetlands just a mile from Sea-Tac Airport has a new restaurant, Copperleaf, where the focus is on sustainable and natural fare somewhat high up the food chain. (The chef certainly is: Mark Bodinet, former saucier at French Laundry.)

This Sunday Copperleaf’s doing a “Steak and Bake” dinner, when from 5:30 to 9:30pm Dad and his mignons can enjoy all this for $48 per person: a grilled-to-order cut of all-American grass-fed New York Sirloin, Kennebec twice-baked potato, Yakima Valley asparagus, 22-ounce Skagit River “Brown” microbrew, and choice of dessert.

How ’bout a little 18th-hole brunching? Calcutta Grill, the viewy mahogany showpiece at the Newcastle Golf Club, offers an order-off-the-menu brunch by day (the all-you-can-eat spread was discontinued a couple of months ago), with a prime rib special by evening: 10 ounces of flesh for $24, 16 ounces for $29.

Or maybe you’re taking Dad to the M’s game Sunday. If so, stop by Sazerac before 1:10pm game time for a burger, a brew, and a brownie…for ten bucks.

Really. Ten bucks. (But only til the joint closes at 2:30.)

Dad a foodie? The Corson Building has scheduled one of its folksy family suppers that night, where you enjoy a pared-down version of its whopper ten-course Saturday night feasts for just $60, including wine.

Matt Dillon’s inspired salads alone are worth that.

Finally…if Dad misspent any of his youth in Seattle, he has undoubtedly darkened the door of The Roanoke Park Place Tavern, the “Cheers” of North Capitol Hill that manages to seem like home-away-from-home for every age group. We’re talking cozy booths, fab graffiti’d bathrooms, hidden courtyard in back, pinball, ping-pong. Not at all hard to lose whole weekends in a joint like the Ro.

Party line is, the legendary watering-hole is about to close; blame irreconcilable differences with the landlord. And if you’re given to paranoid nostalgia—take dad to the Roanoke now before it does. It’s open for booziness (and world-class burgers) noon to 2am that day.

(But—-pssst!—-the closure is far from certain. Things may be looking up! Watch this space!)

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