Sous chef Audrey Jones and linecook Regan Curran are having a good time at Seattle’s Palace Kitchen.


Palace Kitchen

2030 5th Ave, Seattle, WA

Open daily until 2 a.m.


Dinner for two, including tax, tip and drinks: $66.39

*** ½


Not long ago, i found myself in a strange situation — having no idea where to go eat — when my best lad’s former mentor said he would be in Seattle for a short conference. A quick Internet search pulled up lots of interesting restaurant choices, but alas, none of them were open on a Monday (which I find unusual as a Vancouverite.) So then I turned to, a site where foodies congregate to talk about everything edible and imbibable.

I posted a pretty detailed description of what I had in mind, and took the suggestion of Seattle’s Palace Kitchen because of proximity. Bar service was excruciatingly slow for a late night lounge that doesn’t take reservations, with the bartender declining to saunter over for a drink order until the very moment a hostess arrived to take us to our table. It gave us time to enjoy the industrial decor, and the packed house filled the lofty space with a relaxed vibe. Oddly enough, the streets had been creepily empty of both cars and people when we walked over, which made me wonder if they had somehow teleported in.

Blame it on the long drive down, but the bitterness of the greens in my apple, hazelnut and white cheddar salad wasn’t sitting well — I wish the menu had been a little more detailed. The menu also left out the fact that my duck leg confit with walnuts and currants would be covered in a lot of sweet currant sauce. The Wagyu beefsteak was blackened but not seared, and so it ended up with a soggy exterior. It was also tougher than expected. The server kindly removed the salad from the bill when I explained why it hadn’t been touched, and I can’t help but wonder if I just picked the wrong things.

In ambiance, food and service, Palace Kitchen wasn’t exactly what I had been looking for, but looking for a restaurant in a strange town isn’t much different from being set up on a blind date. Someone else may think it’s a perfect match, but you never know until you go check it out yourself.