After leaving the car with the *valet we were greeted by their attentive host and taken to a window table with a view not different than that of the Beatles way back when:West Seattle, Elliot Bay, tug boats, ferries and lots of birds fishing and gathering at the waterfront.
We nibbled on bits of the house rustic flatbread (similar to La Panzanella's but without the rosemary) while perusing the menu and finally we both opted for the Maritime Festival Award-Winning Clam Chowder because we had heard about how good it was.
It did not disappoint and in fact we could have used a second helping. Creamy, redolent of clams--with plenty of chunky bits-- and not too much potatoes. Definitely one of the best we've had in the city or anywhere else.
And then we waited. And waited and waited for the second course. Almost an hour.
Finally our entrées arrived: a Croque Monsieur with Sliced Ham and Fontina on Brioche and the King Salmon with Fresh Artichoke Hearts. both we adequate but unfortunately the artichokes accompanying the salmon were like a pile of salt.
All it took was one bite.
I ignored them and concentrated on all the tasty bits. The tiniest of potatoes, the lovely mushrooms and the perfectly cooked salmon.
Mr. C ate his croque but aficionado that he is to the perfectly grilled cheese and ham sandwiches consumed street side in lovely Parisians cafés, he was a bit let down by the cold interior of his club style cut portions. Ohh well, there's always Paris in September, I said.
Dessert did not take as long to arrive (our very polite server profusely apologized for the delay) but was not the crowning achievement we thought it would be.
Both my Six Seven Charlotte, Espresso and Raspberry Roll with Spiced Rhubarb Compote (you all know how much I love rhubarb) and Mr. C's D´Anjou Pear Tartlet with Almond Paste sounded great on paper and looked stunning in front of us, plated beautifully on lovely glass dishes.
But something about the Charlotte did not work for me. The texture of the chocolate casing was similar to Japanese mochi ice cream and the rhubarb tasted Californian and not at all local, as if had yet to reach its full tart and delectable potential but instead had been rushed to the plate, literally pulled from the ground too soon.
Other than the caramel (spelled carmel on the menu) ice cream flecked with crushed vanilla bean specks accompanying the Anjou tart, tha too tasted a bit past its prime. As if it was leftover from the previous evening's dining service. Tough and a bit dry.
All in all, for an impromptu lunch --albeit much longer than planned--this was a good value. $12.50 for three courses that brought a fabulous soup course, good value entrée and average desserts is not a bad deal at all.
But I had to let someone know about the salty artichokes. The delay between courses could be attributed to the fact that this is the first time Six Seven participated in this type of exercise. Perhaps they were short staffed or overbooked.
In any case, with such lovely company, in the middle of a gloriously sunny, clear and beauitully dry day, in a fabulously warm, elegant and cozy room with gorgeous views of the water pretty much everything else was gravy.
In fact, I would have paid $12.50 just for the chowder and the privilege of sitting at such a lovely table, watching the seagulls stalking the fish.
2411 Alaskan Way
Pier 67 @ The Edgewater
Seattle, WA 98121
*(the only way to park at the hotel's lot is handing your car keys to the valet attendant --free valet parking, validated by the restaurant, for lunch only. Valet is $6 for dinner).