
Not everything works all the time. There are still dishes like Steak Sinatra that were clichés half a century ago. But then there are the wondrous things, like crispy calamari, served as a $12 appetizer with a honey-dijon aioli.
We're talking here about 13 Coins, a venerable Seattle institution (41 years old), the kind of place your parents or grandparents from the Midwest would have found cutting edge on their annual visit to the Left Coast while Nixon was still being kicked around, what with those swiveling captain's chairs and chefs setting food on fire in the exhibition kitchen.
So here's a relative youngster discovering the delights of the Coins all over again and gushing about it on Slog. It's heartwarming, it is. And for what it's worth, we never went there together, young Dominic and I.
Editorial note: more photos coming; like Metro buses, Examiner's slide show feature is down for maintenance.