Review: Clarette’s, Walla Walla, Washington

Small town diners are obviously always charming, but Clarette’s busy Sunday morning crowd reminded me of the effects of development and growth on rural America. There were a lot of cute old ladies, for sure, but the rest of the crowd was pretty young, maybe just past college age. Some appeared to be tourists in town (for reasons unbeknownst to me). I overheard someone at the table next to me order vegetarian sausage and smiled, because the menu was otherwise so adorably traditional: omelettes, corned beef hash, pancakes, and coffee.

The coffee was pretty great. I had mine black, to take it all in, and didn’t regret not ordering tea at all. It was a nice dark roast that could have taught Starbucks a thing or two about not burning their coffee. I had the French toast, which was 6 thickly cut slices of French bread in egg batter, fried to be crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The waitress brought me 3 syrups: maple, strawberry, and apricot. The apricot was pretty good, though I only tried it with one slice. The strawberry was thick, without being too sugary. In fact, nothing was very sweet, which I appreciated very much. A huge meal, for sure. I’ll probably go back for lunch sometime.

UPDATE: I went back for lunch another day and had the pumpkin pancakes. These were not only the fluffiest, most perfectly cooked pancakes I have ever had, but they were dusted in cinnamon sugar and came with a side of fresh whipped cream, also cinnamon sugar flavored. The pancakes themselves had a rich pumpkin taste. So good.

Review: Kathy’s, Seattle International Airport

The Seattle airport, though small, is just stunning. It took me a long time to find a place to eat, not because there were so few restaurants with vegetarian options but because there were too many. There was even a Wolfgang Puck in my concourse. I settled for a place called Kathy’s, admittedly because it was so aesthetically appealing. Chic gray tables and chairs, hanging overheard lights, very minimalist with everything in nice packaging. There was a small a la carte gourmet food section in the front, and then a bakery and panini sandwiches in a glass case. I had the “Extreme Grilled Cheese,” which was herbed goat cheese, muenster, and Monterrey Jack, I think. I was pretty excited about it, because I make sandwiches like this on my Foreman grill at home all the time.

That is, sans the butter spray. My sandwich was put inside a heat protective pocket until I told the waitress that I would be eating at the restaurant. She handed me a paper plate. I sat down and tried to get the sandwich out of the pocket. It was impossible, because the greasiness of the bread (from the butter spray) and the excessively melted cheese had sealed it inside. I ended up having to tear it off. By the end, I was covered in faux butter spray and cheese. The excessive grease had also made the otherwise crisp bread soggy. I finished feeling heavy. I guess this is what I get for not being a vegan, but it would really not have been very hard to spray a little less, add some tomato slices, and cut down on the cheese. I’m definitely not eating there again on the way home.

Cupcake speakers

to make up for the fact that I am itching to bake and cannot.

Vegan Cupcakes Lost in Space

Sorry for the hiatus. Will start blogging agains soon.