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Liam’s Bistro Flagship Cheesecake

Liam’s Bistro

2685 NE 46th St
University Village
206-527-6089
liamsbistro.com $$$

In the empire-building spirit that’s gripped Seattle restaurateurs, Kurt Beecher Dammeier runs a farm-to-table dinnerhouse (Bennett’s on Mercer Island), a classic gourmet deli (Pasta and Co.), a seasonal truck shaped like a pig (Maximus/Minimus), a cheese-making fiefdom (Beecher’s Handmade Cheese, in Pike Place Market)—and now a small-plate drop-in, Liam’s Bistro: one of the sprawling newbies to colonize University Village. The heavily Glassybabied spot is a little too loud (sit in back, where there’s carpeting); a little too big (the sort of place where they have to tell you the kitchen’s running behind); a little too green in the service department (apologizing for the wizened salad beside the crab cakes even as they set it before us). It’s also unremarkable foodwise: Aside from a suitably moist braised lamb plate and an improbably delectable gluten-free Beecher’s mac and cheese—the majority of our plates, pastas to salads to sides, clocked in at mediocre. Until dessert, that is. Pastry pro Lucy Damkoehler (MistralKitchen, Hot Cakes) scored higher with every bite, from a pear-cherry galette with black pepper ice cream to a deconstructed Flagship cheesecake, lightly sweet and served in a pool of black currant caramel. “It’s like an entirely different restaurant for dessert!” sighed my companion. Indeed—one this critic recommends. 

Published in the City Trails issue of Seattle Met.











Kathryn Robinson
Kathryn Robinson
Senior Writer Seattle native Kathryn Robinson, award-winning restaurant critic and senior writer at Seattle Met, has been anonymously reviewing restaurants for over 30 years—first as editor of the Best Places guidebook series, then as staff critic at Seattle Weekly and contributing critic at The Seattle Times and Seattle magazine.  Midcareer she spent a year-long sabbatical studying comparative religion as a Knight Fellow at Stanford University where she had been an undergrad 10 years earlier, gaining a knowledge base she now calls upon for her monthly “Back Fence” column on our collective urban existence and the meaning it holds for our personal lives. In her off hours she is a partner and a parent—which means she has no off hours.