Chef Nordo Lefesczki not pictured.
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800 Maynard Ave S, Suite 200, Seattle, WA 98134
800 Maynard Ave S, Suite 200, Seattle, WA 98134
It was really weird.
so weird that when something went wrong, like us not having seats or a person getting the shotglass of greenery spilled on them, we wondered if it was part of the whole act/'experience'. Fiance, not drinking, did NOT enjoy weirdness
loved the salad, will be ordering the barbera wine for our upcoming wedding...
weirdness was better after first two glasses of wine.
sort of made me appreciate where my food comes from, esp at end with the baby chick. I dont want to give away the end, but we didnt eat the chick, so calm down.
It was really cool.
I am definitely a member of the foodie elite here in our town. As such I felt the pomp and pressure of the experience that Cafe Nordo was seeking to create for the audience/dinner guest.
True, that in life and especially food nothing is perfect, there will always be something to gain or improve upon - that is why we have critics in the first place.
Still, I came to this show with only a ticket for one-person. And I sat at a table of six. This might make for the uncomfortable moment of the communal dinner that some chefs are hoisting upon their guests - however here it was brilliantly accomplished.
Our table was the last to get up and leave, we sat long after the wine was finished and just chatted about food and restaurants and our different but obviously connected lifestyles. I actually made five new friends - at a performance, of all places. Ususally people just go to these things, keep their thoughts to themselves, eat the food, and go home. Not at this installation work by Chef Lefesczki, people laughed, talked, and connected around the food and performance.
A great experience overall, my compliments to the chef.
Charming chicken like actors serving simple but really tasty food and AMAZING wine. The set is cool. It sits right in the middle of a brick warehouse but I felt transported to a completely different world when I stepped inside, which was pretty impressive. A very zany, wacky and pleasant world.
I highly recommend it.
I went completely without expectation, with no idea what was too happen. The staff were most welcoming, but with an edge that preserved my uncertainty; to the end one suspects that these people were capable of ... anything. Our server delicately but irresistably seduced us in to feel fully part of the scene. This is no place to simply sit and eat. As the evening developed it seemed that the actual "acts" were not as central to the performance as the diners' parts. I would guess that each night's scene becomes as different as the random collection of diners who show up.
But most important was that the chicken fully lived up to her central role. Having much experience with the organic, free-range chickens available at our local food palaces, "Henrietta" is a bird above. Food to be savored a small bite at a time, chicken so naturally tasty that I just didn't want to let go of the sensation.
The only thing missing was the chicken feet ... surely an oversight soon to be corrected.
How about actually putting up a real name and let people judge you by who you actually are, rather than who you claim to be a member of.
(Not so) humbly yours,
Summer's Eve
So much excitement. So many thoughts bubbling to the surface. Who would have known that Seattle had so many pent up opinions?
I have travelled the country and cooked for thousands. And there is one reason to do it- people love to eat. They need to eat. And they are so pleased with themselves when they eat well. And that's what I do- on every level, in every way. The food is the story. Not me. And these wonderful comments prove it is working.
So come to the cafe. There are no other experiences in town to even compare. Who else is doing anything like this in Seattle? No one.
And, thank you SM for pointing out that Thaddeus does not exist. I could not find anything on Mr Landingham III. Shady?
And I never cooked onion rings in Arizona. Not that I remember.
In any case, the atmosphere was beautiful and inviting, the food was delicious, the wine was abundant, and the performers, oddly delightful. Whether it was food or show, it was a highly creative and enjoyable evening. Where else can you go for another such underground dining extravaganza?
I, for one, hope this is the first of many times that "Nordo" comes through Seattle.
Ah, but, I wasn't criticizing his opinion, I was criticizing his claiming to be a member of the 'foodie elite' while hiding his true identity.
If I were saying that the place was a waste of time without having gone, then yes, your barb would have been well placed, but instead, you decide to completely avoid what I actually said and what my attack was actually about and instead try to paint me in the light of a liar.
I won't review a restaurant I've never been to.
I won't review a movie I've never seen.
I won't review a book I've never read.
And I won't claim to be a member of a class without saying who I really am so that you can judge whether I truly am a member of that class.
So, mr. 'someone who actually attended', to you I say the same thing.
It take really tiny tin balls to anonymously attack someone on the Internet.
Get some big brass ones and levy a real attack on me with your real name.
Douche.
And I put my real name on that attack.
At first it seemed a bit bizarre and disorganized. But soon I realized this was all just part of the overall design. The sometimes "over the top" (nobody is that swishy) wait staff/actors did a great job of involving the audience. And all were very entertaining.
With the exception of the opening shot glass of green extractions from the Jack Lalanne Juicer the food and wine was excellent. My personal favorite being the salad consisting of a perfectly poached egg in a nest of baked shredded parmesan cheese resting on a bed of greens with a sort of hollandaise sauce served "on the side" in a half eggshell. The chicken stuffed with onions and red peppers served on a plate garnished with delightfully tangy habinero infused cherries was exquisite. The dessert was suitably macabre considering the season of horror and Saw VI.
The conversation at the table my companion and I had with two other couples, neither of which we had met before hand, was interesting and free flowing.
I have only one negative thing in that, at the end, we were presented with a "bill" which was really a list of credits naming the staff/actors and other contributors. "The bill" of course had already been paid in advance by purchasing tickets for $85 apiece and at the top of this bill was a statement indicating that "gratuities not included". My feeling is that this should have either been communicated upfront at the time tickets were purchase or more appropriately been folded into the initial ticket price. This was after all "Dinner Theater" and I don't expect to "tip" after the fact for this type of entertainment.
It was a delightful evening I shall not forget anytime soon.