Re:A Trip to the Pacific Northwest
Fri, 12/9/11 11:06 AM
Friday November 25, 2011 On my previous trip to Seattle in 2006, cousin Johnny and I visited Maltby Cafe and it was one of our favorite restaurants. I also remember it being a long drive out into the boonies to get there. But since we were staying in Bellevue on this trip, I was surprised we were there in less than a half hour. The building itself dates back to 1937. The upstairs used to be a school gymnasium, but the restaurant is in the basement, where the cafeteria once was. The outside of the place is covered in great looking old gasoline station signs, but my favorite sign is this neon bowling pin on the front of the building. And in the parking lot is this wonderful stand alone sign. The menu here has an impressive amount of choices for breakfast and we both had a difficult time deciding what to order. But, there was never any doubt that the meal would start with one of their famously huge cinnamon rolls. To give some perspective, that is a full sized dinner plate it sits on. The inside was perfectly soft and doughy, but the outside was a little harder than I would have liked. Plus, the amount of super sweet icing they pile on top and on the side is staggering. Mariton is not a big sweets person and just had a couple bites, leaving the rest to me. I did my best, but came well short of finishing the entire thing. Where's cousin Johnny when I really need him? After the waitress came back a third time, we finally made our decisions. Mariton went with the Maltby prime rib omelet. This very large omelet also includes, mushrooms, green peppers, onions, tomatoes, black olives, Tillamook cheddar and Jarlsberg swiss cheese. She did like it and ate most of it, which is an accomplishment for her. But, she did get a stomach ache shortly afterwards, which she attributed to eating it too fast. My dish was not quite as large and was called the Bella Scramble. This is scrambled eggs, with sun dried tomatoes, fresh basil, garlic, pine nuts and mozzarella and parmesan cheeses. Sounds more like a pasta dish, doesn't it? All the ingredients worked well together and I really enjoyed it. On both of our plates were an excessive amount of excellent, long, thin, skin on, red potatoes. I chose the sourdough toast, which was really good, while she had a biscuit, which was so crumbly, it disinigrated right in her hands. You also get some wonderful homemade preserves. Mariton received strawberry, while mine was blackberry. We asked and were told that they also have marionberry available, but it is luck of the draw which one ends up on your plate. As if that wasn't enough food, I had noticed that another item on the menu brags of using a local made sausage called Cascioppo Brothers. Wanting some meat with my meal, I asked for a side of it. Instead of getting sausage links or patties, I got a bowl of already cut up slices of sausage, which was okay with me. Fine porky flavor to this sausage. On the dessert page of the menu, they list marionberry pie, which is certainly something I can't get back home. I did ask if the pies were ready yet that morning, but alas, it was too early. Anyone ever have pie from this place? I bet they do a great job here. Before we left, we took a photo of the small drive-thru coffee building next door, in the shape of a coffee cup. My very first visit to the Seattle area was sometime in the early 90s, with my sister, mother, grandmother and two aunts. I have long suspected that the only reason I was invited was to carry the luggage. Anyway, we had a fantastic vacation and one of the highlights was the few days we spent in a cabin on Whidbey Island. I was very curious to see the island again. We drove to Mukilteo to catch the ferry on over. This is a rather short ride, but we still got out of the car to get some photos. I liked how all the water in front of us was blue and all the water behind us gray and you could actually see where the two seemed to come together. It was so cold out while we were on the water, that this discouraged us from taking any more boat rides the rest of the time on our trip. So, we drove the entire length of Whidbey Island, which was unsurprisingly much more built up than I remember. We did get off the main road a few times to check out the water and the scenery. Can you imagine how cold it must have been for these divers? The northern tip of Whidbey Island ends at a place called Desperation Pass, which is a strait that seperates it from the much smaller Fidalgo Island. The bridge across the strait offers some lovely views, although my acrophobia prevented me from getting better shots. I did have a lead on a good place to get pie in Anacortes called Calico Cupboard Cafe, but we had to get back to Seattle, so we skipped it. Much more to come.....
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