Beato - West Seattle, Washington
Often I am asked for restaurant recommendations; this is in part because my friends and colleagues know I love nothing more than discovering a fabulous new restaurant and sharing such a find with those that will appreciate the same. My career involves quite a bit of travel as well, so I am forever jotting down the names of restaurants in a Moleskin address book that I carry with me at all times, squirrling away restaurant ideas for that next visit to... With this blog, I hope to share some of my favorite places with likeminded gastrophiles! Buen provecho ~
Last night, I finally made it to Beato in West Seattle. This neighborhood has become more and more interesting in the last couple of years; ladies, if you haven't discovered Clementine for shoes or Sweetie and Carmilias for fabulous threads, you're missing out! Bakery Nouveau was the one shining star on the culinary map of West Seattle, cranking out perhaps the best bread, pasteries, and sandwiches in Puget Sound (with great espresso to boot) that made me re-think my long-standing aversion to this barrio. But I digress.. what I'm really trying to blog about is where I ate last night: Brandon Gillespie's Beato.
I can't believe it! A beautiful, tasteful decor that rivals anything downtown (think clean and minimalist like Union, with twinkling votives everywhere). With only 50 or so seats, it's cozy. Service was excellent, and the food even better. I liked the option to enjoy a wine flight; we jumped on the four Barberas from Alba and Asti of the Piedmont region. (Tre Vigne was my favorite) Wonderful bread and fruity olive oil for dipping kept me and my four-year-old at bay until the first course arrived. The mussels appetizer was delicious; my husband reported that the house-made fettucini with oxtail ragu was equally pleasing. I liked seeing local Estrella's cheese on the antipasta list. My main course knocked my socks off: house-made gnocchi, little pillows of potato heaven, with a wonderful, fennelly, sweet but hot sausage. My plate was literally wiped clean with the last of the bread before our table was cleared.
Dessert wines abound; I'm easy to please with Moscato de Asti. I'm less easy to please with dessert, but the chocolate bundino was off-the-hook. I won't describe it here, it doesn't matter; just eat the thing and you'll thank me later. The trio of gelato was tasty, too, the caramel one standing out as the most heavenly.
http://www.beatoseattle.com/
Last night, I finally made it to Beato in West Seattle. This neighborhood has become more and more interesting in the last couple of years; ladies, if you haven't discovered Clementine for shoes or Sweetie and Carmilias for fabulous threads, you're missing out! Bakery Nouveau was the one shining star on the culinary map of West Seattle, cranking out perhaps the best bread, pasteries, and sandwiches in Puget Sound (with great espresso to boot) that made me re-think my long-standing aversion to this barrio. But I digress.. what I'm really trying to blog about is where I ate last night: Brandon Gillespie's Beato.
I can't believe it! A beautiful, tasteful decor that rivals anything downtown (think clean and minimalist like Union, with twinkling votives everywhere). With only 50 or so seats, it's cozy. Service was excellent, and the food even better. I liked the option to enjoy a wine flight; we jumped on the four Barberas from Alba and Asti of the Piedmont region. (Tre Vigne was my favorite) Wonderful bread and fruity olive oil for dipping kept me and my four-year-old at bay until the first course arrived. The mussels appetizer was delicious; my husband reported that the house-made fettucini with oxtail ragu was equally pleasing. I liked seeing local Estrella's cheese on the antipasta list. My main course knocked my socks off: house-made gnocchi, little pillows of potato heaven, with a wonderful, fennelly, sweet but hot sausage. My plate was literally wiped clean with the last of the bread before our table was cleared.
Dessert wines abound; I'm easy to please with Moscato de Asti. I'm less easy to please with dessert, but the chocolate bundino was off-the-hook. I won't describe it here, it doesn't matter; just eat the thing and you'll thank me later. The trio of gelato was tasty, too, the caramel one standing out as the most heavenly.
http://www.beatoseattle.com/
