Restaurant Name: Lark
Restaurant Location: 926 12th Avenue, Seattle
Jonathan Sundstrom's little gem of a restaurant is all rustic elegance and sinful indulgence. Happily, this is all perfectly justifiable when such rich cuisine is served in small, restrained plates. Here is a place to literally order everything you want and not feel (too) guilty about it in the morning!
Divided up into sections (cheese, vegetables/grains, charcuterie, fish, meat, and desserts), the menu entices...and everything on it is good, which I can attest to since six of dined here over the holidays and probably ordered about 12 different dishes between us.
A few highlights included:
* The Beet, Apple, and Goat Gheese Salad with hazelnuts and pomegranate (dusky, sweet, tart, and creamy)
* The Rosti Potatoes with Clabber Cream (the crispy exterior and fluffy interior, all smothered with melty cream, was irresistible...although, it may just be my obsessive love of potatoes that makes me feel this way.)
* The Pork Rillettes with toasts and Armagnac prunes (rillette perfection--the ideal ratio of fat, to meat, to spices)
* The Landjager with two mustards (a simple, slightly spiced cured sausage...addictive)
* The Carpaccio of Yellowtail (Sid, Jeff, and I were actually fighting over this one. It was super-fresh with bright flavors and a supple texture)
* The Crispy Pork Belly with leeks, lentils, and black truffle (earthy, fatty...sin on a plate)
* The Coulotte Steak with Brussels Sprouts, Bacon, and Mushrooms (free-range beefiness exemplified)
For dessert, the standout was the Chocolate Madeleines with Chocolate Sauce (served hot, folded into a warm towel...best shared).
While every single thing we tasted (including several items not listed here) was wonderful, I think that in hindsight it might have been better to order a smaller range of dishes that would pair well together (including duplicates to ensure enough food for a large party). Overall, though, Lark is a comfortable little pleasure-house for the senses.