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.

Not all bridges go over the same water

One of the things about music services like Spotify, Apple Music, or YouTube (and if you don’t think of YouTube as a music archive, you’re missing a bet) is how you can look up songs and find covers you never knew existed. Take “Bridge Over Troubled Water.”

Aretha Franklin – goes right back to her gospel roots. After a quick Aretha and choir intro, we get a two minute piano and Hammond organ duet, followed by Aretha and choir returning, with a building set of accompaniment.

Johnny Cash – this is late Cash. Spare, raspy, you can almost see the whisky and cigs nearby. Fiona Apple comes in about verse two, and does harmonies. Not displeasing — they work — but even I was surprised by the choices she made. (Ask Ulrika about that one.)

Elvis Presley – in an eerie parallel to his career, the first verse is a real surprise. Sparse, clean, clear, restrained. Then, with each succeeding verse, the accompaniment becomes more overbearing, complete with a soprano of the school of what Stan Freberg called “vapor girl.”

Roberta Flack – just a woman and her piano. A drum set comes in later.

As you listen to them all, you get to appreciate Art Garfunkel’s original clarity. Sure, his tone is an acquired taste, but everyone else has enunciation problems by comparison. You can always understand Art’s words.

EDIT: It’s spooky to hear the cast of Glee’s version, which is a note-for-note copy of Aretha’s. Instrumentation, arrangement, vocal flourishes, the lot. Oh, ok, they cut back on the piano and Hammond thing, but it’s TV — time constraints. But everything else.

War and Peace

I seem to have originally written this in 2018, as a review for Goodreads. I think it holds up, and is worthwhile.


So. War and Peace. Voina i Mir (Война и мир) Got that done.

First, I prefer Dunnigan’s translation because she translates the swathes of French, as well as the Russian. Pevear & Volokhonsky don’t translate the French in line with the text, but force you to endnotes (paper) or popup footnotes (Kindle). They argue this is to illustrate how the French would seem to a middle class Russian of the 1860s, but me, I just want to read the book, and this decision gets in my way. I understand it, but it’s annoying. Dunnigan is much more fluid.

Tolstoy’s main accomplishment, to me, is he obviously knows where each and every character is at all times, and there are a lot of characters. I’m even willing to give him the usually derided history lecture in Part 2 of the Epilogue, because I see it primarily as an Apologia in the old sense — ie, how and why he wrote the book.

I am not as persuaded he keeps the voices of all those characters distinct. If you want to see someone do an amazing job with narrative voices (Tolstoy writes in 3rd person omniscient), I recommend A.S. Byatt’s Possession.

If you like chess, or go, this is the book for you. So many pieces, moving so many different ways.

But… Well, I see Natasha Rostova as the ur-template for the Manic Pixie Dream Girl trope. Her flightiness for the sake of flightiness doesn’t always seem driven by the character herself, but because Tolstoy wanted to portray her that way. In fact, I’d say that’s my largest critique — too often you see the puppetmaster, moving the marionettes the way he needs to for mechanical reasons.

I fully appreciate the accomplishment here. Still, to adapt Auda abu Tayi’s line from Lawrence of Arabia, it is not perfect.

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.