I think Salumni and I were meant to meet each other. We had scheduled our dinner and both showed-up under the weather, so we were could share each other’s germs since we both already sick. I know, it’s a weird way of thinking about it, but it’s somehow fortunate that we were sick at the same time. This time, we kept it simple with Red Cow, an unassuming french bistro in Madrona that took the place of June and Crement before it. Red Cow, however, is an Ethan Stowell restaurant, which means we had high hopes for it.
Overall, this Ethan Stowell’s take on the bistro (I keep thinking about the similarities to Luc) and he does it well. Prices are very reasonable and you know you’re in good hands when they don’t ask you how you want you steak done – it’s assumed that medium rare is the ONLY way to cook a steak. By the way, the french fries are amazing – crisp on the outside, fluffy on the inside. They don’t have the flavor of RN74 duck fat frites, but the execution is perfection.
SUMMARY
Overall: happily ever after
Highlights: steak frites, foie gras pate
Footnotes: tiny – make reservations though they do have a dimly lit bar next to the kitchen; it is noisy – no one has ever bothered to sound dampen this space and the conversation reverberates off the concrete ceilings; they have a cut of hanger steak on the menu – this is known as one of the most flavorful cuts of beef, even though it may be a bit a chewy; moulles and frites comes with a gigantic plate of frites!