But we were itching to get out of the house last night and hadn't been to Madrona Ale House; I hadn't heard bad things (or really anything) so we figured we'd give it a try.
We piled into a booth and ordered a round. They've got about 15 mostly local brews on tap including the very hoppy Chopper's Red from Georgetown Brewery. Yum. When we started looking at the menu we realized we were facing a familiar connundrum: On the one hand they've got steak frites and a pork chop special served on sauteed onions and apricots; on the other they've got pizzas, burgers and fish-n-chips. Without knowing whether the kitchen can pull off a decent steak frites, we weren't going to gamble $20+ in a kid-friendly corner pub. Maybe that's where we went wrong.
I ordered the lamb sausage sandwich, which was served with aioli, shredded lettuce and a terrible, un-ripe slice of tomato on a nine-inch loaf of bread. This thing was just all bread, but it was also the dryest sausage I've had in at least five years. How long does one need to cook a sausage to remove all the fat? Ask the cooks at Madrona Ale House. I also had the onion rings (instead of fries) and they were nothing special. Bummer.
Ed had the beer-battered fish-n-chips. The fish was fine but the coating was clunky and heavy. Ed actually peeled it off before eating the fish. $13? Right.
All the while there are probably 10 kids running around in the place having the time of their lives. There's a toy-filled area over by a gas fireplace and the three-to-seven year old set was really loving it. Which just makes me feel worse for their parents, because you just know these kids are going to beg to come back.
I'm sure we "ordered the wrong thing"--don't get me started on how there shouldn't even be a wrong thing to order on a menu. Lucky for us Ruby's too young to do any begging, so we won't be hurrying back.
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