Seattle foodfest: part four
Dinner Number Two: Palace Kitchen (light the flame!)
During our dinner at Palace Kitchen (the next Tom Douglas restaurant on our list), I acutely felt the lack of my husband’s presence when Tate’s Palace Burger Royale was set on the table. Paul stayed in California to work and (hopefully) enjoy a few days alone in the house, something he’d never experienced in the 12+ years we’ve owned our home. I thought I was being careful ordering only an appetizer for myself and something small for Dane. The photo below does not do justice to the size of the french fry pile on the plate nor the size of the burger! FYI, this was a wood grilled oregon county beef burger with ‘nearly traditional accompaniments’.
Poor Tate did his best, but he was seriously distracted by the (again) delicious fries. Dane was not up for beef, having selected the crispy chicken wings appetizer. And I was somewhat beefed out myself after my appetizer choice: grilled bavette steak with oregon blue cheese, endive and quince. But I tried to pull off a husbandly plate clean-up because the burger was amazing. Needless to say, there was no ordering dessert and we staggered out into the street.
http://tomdouglas.com/index.php/restaurants/palace-kitchen
On the way home, we began talking about the variety of matchbooks Tate had collected and he wondered if he’d be allowed to take them on the plane in his carry-on bag. Since we weren’t sure about the airline’s policy, we decided to use them up. How, you ask? By using the wooden matchsticks as flaming arrows in the hotel’s parking lot! Tate had made a little bow out of a rubber band and paper clip and the boys raced up to the hotel room to retrieve it. We had the best time trying to light the matches and send flaming arrows toward a small puddle in the parking lot. Not the most safety-concious behavior, I’ll admit, but I like to be a fun mom whenever I can. We determined that the matches were too short to be either safe or impressive so we called it a night after about 15 or so. The boys were not happy to retrieve the spent matches from the disgusting water in the puddle but that’s how our fun usually ends (with the inevitable clean up). There is a part two to the flaming match adventure… stay tuned!
[All photos by Kathryn Besser]
