Field Work: The Palace Kitchen
At the tail end of our honeymoon (a word which always makes me think of the bit in Gregory Corso’s “Marriage” where the narrator talks about running around screaming “I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!”), we wound up spending some time in Seattle. I say wound up, because our intention was not in fact, to dawdle three days in Seattle, but to trek across most of the state visiting my husband’s grandparents. Then, we both got a cold. In fact, we both still have a cold 12 days later. My brother got the cold from us. He wound up in the ER. It’s a bad, bad cold.
Needless to say, we did not want to transfer our bug to the elderly, so we holed up in Seattle. We had a nice time at the Pike Brewing Company, where we were both quite impressed by the beers — especially the Naughty Nellie. We also fell a little in love with The Crumpet Shop, where I had a crumpet topped with almond butter, orange marmalade and Stilton cheese that was one of the most brilliant things I’ve ever eaten.

But, the last night in town, we wanted to live it up a little, so we culled through Yelp reviews and found that The Palace Kitchen, a mere block from our hotel, was very highly recommended. So, we downed some Mucinex, blew our noses real good and then stumbled on over. The food was very nice, but I know you people don’t come around here to hear about what I had for dinner. And, so, I’d rather tell you about what I drank.
The Palace Kitchen has delicious, playful, classically inspired drinks. While we were waiting in the restaurant’s bar, I started off with the seasonal Kerri’s Cherry Martini, which was made of cherry-infused gin and lavender syrup. The herbal and floral notes in the gin mixed very well with the cherry, and the lavender was so subtle it blended right in. The drink was sweet, but well balanced, which is to say that it was nothing like drinking candy. My husband started off with the seasonal Spokane Sour (whiskey, benedictine, citrus), which you can see pictured in the background.

During dinner, despite my love for the Kerri’s Cherry Martini, I went in for a Rosemary’s Baby (gin, rosemary syrup, grapefruit). I couldn’t help it; the horror fan in me insisted. The drink was pleasant — sort of like a grown up greyhound — but, it was nowhere near as exciting as the drink I’d started with.
Regardless, it’s really nice to see a bar and restaurant doing such fun things with their seasonal cocktail menu, and if you happen to be in Seattle, I’d recommend checking out The Palace Kitchen for happy hour drinks if nothing else.