Babirusa Seattle
sum up: The little sister to Blind Pig Bistro is big-time tasty. With fewer dishes than the number of fingers on your hand, Chef Charles Walpole proves that less can be more. Think bar snacks on culinary crack; food as hip and vibrant as graffiti with the technique of fine art. Named after a breed of pig, Babirusa is a rare oasis in Eastlake’s dining desert.
Read MoreSnowdon Deli Montreal
sum up: In Montreal, everyone is a Canadiens fan, but the city is divided about who makes the best smoked meat. Me, I'm a Snowdon Deli girl. In terms of fame, Snowdon Deli is the single A team to the major league Schwartz's (which was recently bought by Celine Dion). Yet, when talking quality and the charm of a family-run deli, Snowdon wins the smoked meat championships hands down. Plus, Snowdon Deli brims with Jewish classics, especially the transcendent, chopped chicken liver.
Read MoreNight Market Song Silver Lake
sum up: Straight outta Thailand, Chef Kris Yenbamroong's second Night+Market (song=two) brings his funky, fresh fare to the Eastside. Eclectic and fun, this Silver Lake spot suits Yenbamroong's food better than the OG Sunset Strip locale. Song is all about full-body spice, where your eyes water, your nose runs, and your skin sweats. Forget the master cleanse; Song rids your body of toxins while filling your belly with bomb-ass grub.
Read MoreMonsoon Seattle
Sundays in the Steinman were synonymous with waffles. Like churchgoers, our brunch was a weekly tradition, except instead of God, we believed in the all-mighty power of Bisquick. Though our family was the size of a basketball squad, we ate enough for a football team, packing in carbs like we were prepping for the big game. Dad being practical, he'd insist we make a double batch for leftovers. The uneaten waffles would get piled on a plate to cool, yet they never made it past 3pm. Whenever anyone would pass through the kitchen, they'd tear off a quarter, snacking on them as if they were potato chips.
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