LloydMartin is cozy, with clubby dark wood everywhere, and I envisioned it in winter, the wall of windows steaming up, and lots of pastas and braised meats on the menu. But it was finally "summer" in Seattle, that brief respite from from the dark months, full of entropy, and devastating sadness, perked up by the occasional stew. I digress.
Fettuccini Bolognese with Bison, and Mr. Pants' order of oxtail gnocchi (perfectly light and perfectly cooked) with foie gras emulsion, hit all our cravings for haute comfort food. Other menu items that looked intriguing included poached shrimp with chorizo and white beans, duck confit, and braised veal with king oyster mushrooms. Everything is served up on truly exquisite, unique antique plates.
Highlights: Ambiance, anything with meat, anything seasonal.
Disappointments: Dessert could have used more strawberries, less biscuit.
Mr. Pants: Sated. Tiny bit miffed that he couldn't come up with anything critical to say.