Credit: Seattle Mag / Haley Young
Artisanal pasta amid romantic, refined rusticity. Our hearts soar when we think about dinner at Spinasse. Hidden behind fine lace curtains on a side street, away from the bustle of the 12th Avenue food corridor, heavy wooden chairs, the warm scent of sage and roasted game, the soft buzz of laughter and clinking of wine glasses awaits. It’s a beacon when you’re searching for a dinner that must be perfect, but not precious—a salad of firm garden greens hiding marinated rabbit, maybe, and a plate of sublime pasta. We’ve wooed friends from bigger cities in the warm, amber light; we’ve romanced our one true loves at the bar; we’ve gathered to celebrate. At Spinasse, we sup on food that deserves a starring role, but is so purely just food—made exceptionally well—that, unlike the offerings at fussier restaurants, it can take a backseat to the pleasure of the company at hand.
File under: Italian, romance, locavore, seasons on a plate, nose-to-tail cooking
See also: Altura, Cafe Juanita, Cuoco