A restaurant has arisen in Fremont whose “elevated hippie food”—a co-owner’s words, but might have been mine—so totally nails that neighborhood’s crunchy past and aspirational present, it feels like it sprung fully-formed from Fremont’s very soul.
Which restaurant is it? Read my review of that Fremont restaurant in this month’s Seattle Met.
What other restaurants could serve as poster children for their neighborhoods?
A few leap out. The kinetic vitality and contemporary focus of Re:Public, especially at happy hour, captures the striving techno-soul of South Lake Union. Monsoon’s sophistication and worldliness would fit nowhere better than amid the mansions and carriage houses of North Capitol Hill. (Or those of West Bellevue, for that matter.) The faux rough-hewn atmo and up-market food and drink at Quinn’s just feels like the Pike/Pine corridor, both what it has been and what it’s becoming, much the way Walrus and the Carpenter, with its improbable blend of out of this world and right down to earth, just feels like Old Ballard.
What other restaurants precision-fit their neighborhoods?