Getting a place of your own is an important means of demonstrating your personal growth and indepe...what?! Mom, do you really have to vacuum this second? No, I wasn't taking a tone. Yes, I realize the computer is a privilege and not a right, just please let me finish this one thing! Anyway... finally getting a place of their own after years of working for the
mom man, the couple behind Avalon.
Open by a pair of gastro-industry vets (Starbucks, Maggiano's, cooking for Ellen!), this laid-back 70-seater's serving up a small list of choice regionally inspired/locally sourced edibles in an L-shaped space arted with custom Mediterranean-ish still lifes, and fitted with a polished raw-wood bar built with lumber from a tree felled in an ice storm, which were previously only beneficial as opportunities to bang Christina Ricci. Eats mean small plates (smoked Duck Flatbread w/ persimmons & fontina cream sauce, Crab & Cod Cakes w/ lemon aioli on arugula), and mains like Syrah Braised Short Ribs w/ root vegetable gratin, and Carlton Farms Pork Tenderloin w/ local butternut squash, pancetta & a cider reduction that still follows House Rules, despite its lack of creepy Delroy Lindo. The bar boasts a Martini heavy list of 'tails like the vodka/ vermouth/ pickled asparagus Bill's; the vanilla vodka/ espresso/ chocolate syrup Mocha; and the BGS w/ tequila, orange, lime & olive juice, but not "Olive, juice!" as that's just Popeye's daily demand to keep his forearms all jacked.
Future plans call for Sat & Sun brunch, plus they've got additional tippling options including wine and NW brews like Rogue Dead Guy in the bottle and taps from Mac & Jack and Two Beers, also a very risky amount to pilfer from Mom's personal stash, so save yourself the stress and just top off that bottle of schnapps with water, like normal.