If a restaurant could express the soul of a city, Washington, DC, would be a chophouse for deal makers; New York City a four-alarm ethnic mom ’n’ pop. Seattle? I’ll vote neighborhood bistro, effortlessly swanky and crammed with regulars, where food and dr
Man, I love eating out in this town. Surprises happen here every day. A known restaurant graveyard will suddenly yield a winner. A competitive local press will sniff out the most dazzling independents. A flourishing restaurant scene consistently incubates
