Anthony Pane at the Walrus and the Carpenter
image by Stuart Isett for The New York Times
I'm sure you've already read former NYT food critic Frank Bruni's glowing review of Seattle's food scene but I wanted to share it just in case because it's so dang good!
To eat in and around Seattle, which I did recently and recommend heartily, isn’t merely to eat well. It is to experience something that even many larger, more gastronomically celebrated cities and regions can’t offer, not to this degree: a profound and exhilarating sense of place. (emphasis mine)
I take that for granted at times, but it's so true. Whether that's in the city at restaurants like Lark, Madison Park Conservatory or The Walrus & the Carpenter, or ferry rides out to places like Kurtwood Farms and more recently, the Willows Inn. I hope that someday The New York Times will have some similarly amazing to say about Seattle's art scene, like they already have with our food and music scenes. We're not just glass and mystics.
The city of Seattle can feel like an island at times. Not in a geographical way (though we are lousy with islands) but rather a sense of social isolation. This insularity fosters a of local introspection where instead of looking to the world outside for inspiration, we look to each other and our environment. You can see that reverberation in both our music and food scenes. It's present in our artistic community, too, but I just think it might be harder to see.