1001 E. Pike St.
Seattle, Wa. 98122
206.325.7711
http://quinnspubseattle.com/
Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away? - Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Cheers romanticized the idea of hanging out at the local pub where everybody knows your name. I don't know, something about a dark dingy place where: boisterous sports fans drink in competitive merriment as they watch "the game" on the big screen; The oversexed, look to bed their next conquest; or depressed sad-sacks try to forget their miserable day through self-medication doesn't appeal to me. What I do know is, getting drunk on cheap booze is nothing without equally cheaply made, and usually fried, food to make you sober. Quinn's takes mediocre pub food and pushes it to another level of deliciousness.
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Foie Gras Frites [14] |
French fries served with foie gras shavings and drowning in foie gras sauce. It's kinda like going to the movies, buying a tub of popcorn, asking for extra melted butter, and then asking them to shave some butter on top. The foie gras is rich and decadent detracting from the lackluster taste of their french fries. I have no idea if these goose livers were fattened by way of
gavage or if they were ethically grown by
Eduardo Sousa, but I don't care, it's delicious.
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Painted Hills Beef Tartare [11] |
Why do we bother cooking meat when it tastes so good bloody and rare. I guess crazy food borne bacteria caused by the gross conditions some cattle are raised in would be one of many deterring factors. Regardless, Quinn's uses 100% grass-fed beef from Painted Hills Ranch in Wheeler County Oregon; ingredients matter when you want something naturally delicious done right. Seasoned with thyme, rosemary, salt and pepper, with the additional fattiness of a quail egg yolk. The beef tartare spread on a rosemary crostini tastes almost like I am eating a really good piece of sushi.
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Wild Boar Sloppy Joe [13] |
I would love to remember elementary school lunches being something memorably delicious, but I can't, by any stretch of my expansive imagination, manufacture such a memory. Quinn's Pub transforms the amorphous, oily, saucy, mound of ground mystery meats served on a hamburger bun into something glorious. The wild boar is coarsely ground and mixed with spicy Fresno peppers, rosemary, and thyme. The fried onions add sweetness as-well-as a crunchy texture, unfortunately this makes the sandwich a little dry. I couldn't resist the addition of a fried duck egg to top it all off adding an additional fattiness and countering the dryness added by the fried onions.
Alcohol is not only a form a medication prescribed to forget your troubles and food is not only meant to sober you up after a night of overambitious drinking. Quinn's prides themselves on their craft. Beer, Bourbon Whiskey, and, let's not forget, food. Quinn's reinvents pub fare into something you'd want to enjoy with the lights on -- because, how else could you say "they live their life wrong." Quinn's Pub is definitely a place to get fat.