Airways Brewing Bistro

Again, this is a Yelp review brought over here for archival purposes, especially the description of the Midnight Manhattan (links added). Originally written in 2021.


We’ve been coming to Airways since they had only their space in the more industrial section of Kent. I think we’ve been coming to The Bistro since it opened.

They’ve always been a friendly, accommodating place. They have their own beers, which tend to the IPA side of the scale, but they always have “guest” beers as well, usually with a porter or a stout for reprobates like myself. Lately they’ve been doing mixed drinks as well, and I very much like their Midnight Manhattan — “Blue Spirits rye whisky, Sidetrack Distillery nocino walnut liqueur, Scrappy’s orange bitters, rouge vermouth $10″ (don’t be scared off — the walnut note is very faint, and mixes with the rest of the drink just fine).

Food? Their kitchen started small, only able to do sandwiches and flatbreads. As they’ve gotten more space, they’ve fleshed out the menu in interesting ways — a charcuterie plate; mac & cheese; fish & chips; a “Bavarian breakfast plate” on the weekends. 

In the age of COVID, they’ve always been scrupulous, much helped by the patio area they’ve had to start with (and hops growing on the fences). The menus are touchless, by giving you a QR code that sends you to their web site.

Not only have they been the one restaurant we’ve tended to eat at in person, when we have friends from the city of Seattle itself come by, we generally take them here.

I give out my stars on how far out of the way I think you should go. Five means nationally; four is within the region; three is within a city; two means down the street; and one star means you’re in front of a place’s door and can’t move.

By definition, if we’re inviting friends from elsewhere in the region to drop by, Airways Brewing Bistro is a solid regional four stars.

Café Vignole

This review was written in 2014, when Vignole was still open. They closed soon after, unfortunately. But part of the point of this website is to archive my writing, and I like this one. Here we go:


Where do I start with this place I love so much?

Let’s do the attention grabbing thing first: In January, I was on a trip to New York. Being interested in food, I had lunch with my wife at Babbo, just to see how well Mario Batali really can cook. I started with an antipasti, of course — Calamari “alla Piastra”. And as I had a taste, I knew it was done well: fresh calamari; light, citrus notes…

…and I thought, “I wish this was more like Sandro’s Totani e Fagioli…”

Which was when I had to re-appraise Café Vignole, and its wonderful owner-chef, Sandro. I am not kidding around when I say that Sandro and his wife Nancy make food that may be favorably compared to a Michelin one-star restaurant, at least on some dishes.

It isn’t just the Totani e Fagioli, which is calamari and beans in a spicy and peppery tomato broth. It’s also his Rigatoni Al Ragu. My wife had the Pappardelle Bolognese at Babbo, and I can say from tasting experience that Mario and Sandro are hitting similar earthy, robust flavor notes in their meat sauces. Others have mentioned the baby back ribs — I avoided them for a while, because I associate ribs with sweet sauces. I tried them last night, though, and Nancy’s ribs instead use a wine-reduction rosemary and olive sauce, with roasted potatoes, and broccoli with garlic. I’m kicking myself for having waited so long.

There are dishes Batali does better than Sandro. (Lamb Belly. A magnificent seared lamb concentrate.) But what I’m saying is, within Sandro’s aspirations, they’re definitely comparable.

The setting for Café Vignole is a small, neighborhood spot just a few doors up 57th Ave S from Rainier Ave. In a 2012 review in Seattle Met, their writer Kathryn Robinson said, “With family in both the front and the back of the house, it’s the sort of spot that barely knows it’s a restaurant.” I love that phrase, “barely knows…”, and think it sums up Vignole and its comfortable, convivial family feel perfectly.

Which brings up the issue of pace. Our meal last night was over an hour and a half. That’s because this really does feel like a slice of Sandro’s native Lucca, and things don’t move at the rush,rush,rush of American life. This is a place to savor: Savor the food, savor the surroundings, savor your family, friends, and lovers who are with you.

I understand there are people who find the style of, say, Olive Garden comforting. This is not that place, though. This is a place to get as close to Italy as you can without buying a plane ticket.

Based on over 10 meals, the price has averaged $48 per person/per meal. But that’s counting everything — appetizer, entree, dessert, wine, tax, tip. The pastas are $15 each, and the meat entrees are in the low to mid $20’s. A single glass of wine and a bowl of the Totani would make a great light dinner for just about $20.

I give my stars on the basis of how far one should travel to try a place: Nationally, from elsewhere in a region, within your city, down the block, and run away.

Café Vignole, in my opinion, is a solid five stars. If you’re reading this in Chicago, or Atlanta, you should come on up and try it. Next time Mario comes from New York to visit his parents in Seattle at Salumi, he should make a side trip, and talk shop.

And if you’re already in Seattle, and it’s dinnertime between Tuesday and Saturday… It’s time to drive to 57th and Rainier for some pasta, carne, and vino.

Lost apples

This sounds like a very interesting project:

“If you have old apple trees in Washington, Idaho, or Oregon, we want your apples! We look for apple trees planted prior to 1920 and the older the better. If you mail us your apples we will try to identify what varieties you send us. Send an email to rebeccajmcgee@icloud.com or dbens23@gmail.com and we can send you instructions on picking and mailing the apples. Thank you!”

There’s both a Wikipedia page and a Facebook page, but, oddly, no page of their own.

Pastry chef, 1928

August Sander’s 1928 photo of a pastry chef (Konditor in Deutsch, which, given the business name konditori in Swedish, makes sense). This was maybe 12 feet high in sepia at… was it Old Town Bakery? in Pasadena.

Our favorite dish was their zuccotto, orange cream with a chocolate bombe-like cake around it, sprinkled with fine cocoa.

August Sander pastry chef (konditor) 1928

Hence the fucking name

From Denis Leary’s 1997 comedic routine/record/video Lock ‘N Load. Lexicon. Re-worked from the original (“You took the donut, you dunked it in coffee. Thus the fucking title of the place!”), as he explains why Dunkin Donuts is called that.

Used when it can explain a tautology:

“Turns out Hal’s Tavern is owned by a guy named Hal.”
”Hence the fucking name.”

(YouTube isn’t letting me embed any of the many videos with his Lock ‘N Load “Coffee” segment. Hence the fucking link. [see?] Not sure why the curly quote algorithm is broken in that line above, but I’m out of spoons for what I thought would be a quick entry.)

The Kosher Burrito

Ah, memories. This was a small place across the street from LA City Hall (I worked at City Hall East for five summers).

This LA Times article from 2001 describes it this way:

(O)n a typical day, the stand sells about 100 namesake Kosher burritos–which include pastrami, chili sauce, dill-pickle chips and chopped onion wrapped in a flour tortilla–in addition to burgers, fries and fried chicken.

As I always relate at this point, one time I went there and was asked, “Do you want cheese on that?” Which, of course, would make it trayf (not kosher).

I declined. I wanted the original experience.

Still, for its aspirations of serving hot food to City Hall grazers for lunch, it was a great place.