2012 South 320th Street Suite C
Federal Way, WA 98003
King County
Phone: (253) 529-0553
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by Michael P. on It was a chilly, windswept night in Philadelphia. We turned the corner onto Ranstead Street. I turned to her and said, "This is the part where you have to trust me." She looked back at me and said "I wouldn't have come this far if I didn't." A single door stood lit, alone in the middle of the block, beckoning to us, teasing what lies beyond. Traffic buzzing behind us, we stepped tentatively into the shadowy alley. A door bearing twin 'R's and a small window gave way to a nondescript foyer. The next door gave way to a cocktail lovers' fantasy. I can't really think of a better word to describe it than lush. Overstuffed leather banquettes, dark colors and candlelight, arched mirrors and curtains make it a beautiful anachronism, and escape to another time. Sitting at the richly appointed bar, our dapper server immediately appeared. After a conversation about our favorite drinks, he concocted two drinks based on our tastes. He gave me a Martinez, which I don't often get, and it fit the bill admirably. The rum based drink my companion received was a bit to subtle for her tastes unfortunately. As with many cocktail bars, your wallet suffers for the experience. I'd like to be able to follow up my first high end drink with something a bit more affordable. Ultimately, Ranstead Room really offers a great experience, it really transports you to an era of classic cocktails and class. It really stands apart from the Sex in the City martini bars of the 90s and early 2000s.
by ang h. on A friend of mine was dying to try on a dress that she bought and was tossing up between wearing it for a night out or returning it to the store. Another was just tired of work and wanted something to look forward to. So what do we do? The six of us put on our party dress and sexy heels and headed to Coda for the live music and $35 prix fixe menu. Coda is a jazz club in the weird end of Mission (but then again, the whole Mission IS weird... that wasn't such a good explanation). There was hardly anything around it. Across the street and under the bridge, however, there was ample parking everywhere on Otis. On Saturdays they have $35 prix fixe, three-course meal and different live bands performing. The group of us had the pleasure of sitting through Santos Perdidos' performance, a three-person band belting out great latin tunes. There weren't that many tables in front of the stage, which I appreciate (I'm big on personal space as has been reflected in many of my posts), so everyone has a good view of the performers. Now the food. I am sorry to report that it is mediocre at best, with the exception of the truffle fries (which blows Cupertino's Alexander's Steak House's version of truffle fries out of the water) and sweet potato fries - served with achiote aioli and house-made ketchup. Both fries were absolutely amazing, we couldn't help ourselves to those fries and getting full in the process. The prix fixe menu comes with half a carafe of house red / white, a choice of mixed green / caesar salad / soup du jour, a choice of pork loin / fried breaded chicken / pasta and a choice of dessert. The soup was delicious - it was carrot and had the consistency of a puree, but it was just spicy enough to make it tasty. The pork was a bit of a disappointment - it was overcooked and, therefore, tough. The tender leaves of bok choy that it came with were also overcoked, making it limp and unappetizing. The dessert of choice was Humphry Slocombe brown butter ice cream. Yep, it was the famous Humphry Slocombe, the Mission establishment. The ice-cream was certainly... different. I was not quite sure what to make of it and I still am not. As a final verdict, I would say that I like Coda enough to want to come back, only this time I will stick to the fries and Amstel.
by Rogelio Killam on Why oh why is Slice closed now??? I hadn't been for about a month and then I go back and it's closed. Sadness filled my heart. Pizza and alcohol in the same place? You were heaven on earth. Where did you go?* *terrible attempt at a poem, by liz
