I booked a reservation at French restaurant Café Presse as soon as I heard it was closing on Instagram. I'm glad I did, because a Seattle Times article on the subject dropped soon afterwards which surely sent the flood. Hearing Anthony Bourdain liked to eat here sealed the deal. I'm pretty easily manipulated.
My first impression of the place was that it was the least pretentious French restaurant I've ever seen in the US. It was like a French place in France. I asked our server which wine he thought would go best with the food I ordered and he said he didn't know.
For a starter I ordered:
Gâteau aux foies de volailles
Smooth chicken liver terrine, dried cherry compote
I had the
steak-frites, beurre au bleu d'Auvergne, pommes frites
100% grass fed petit top sirloin steak, bleu cheese butter, pommes frites
Lydia got
raclette Savoyarde ou Végétarienne
Broiled mountain cheese with steamed yellow potatoes; apples, pears, and walnuts
Hers was like a nice little fondue.
I figured since this was the only time we would ever eat here we might as well go for it.
Basboussa
semolina cake made with coconut, yogurt, soaked with lemon-rose syrup, whipped cream
It was such a nice wholesome meal without a bunch of weird frills. I'm sad that we won't be back but I think the knowledge that this was a melting iceberg heightened the experience.
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