Fizzle-Pop Eats: Table 35

Recently my 4-year old daughter and I decided (well, I mostly did the deciding) to go try out a new restaurant just down the street from our home in West Seattle, Table 35. It’s in the spot previously used by Ama Ama, an oyster bar I never got a chance to check out, and from the outside, looks like a nice place.

When we walked in, the first thing I noticed (“assaulted with” almost seems more appropriate) was the mix of sights and sounds. Loud, possibly live, piano lounge music, with vocals, was coming from somewhere unseen while a basketball game played silently on a large screen television in the back as well as multiple TVs behind the bar. Combine this with the curtain of faux jewels splitting the dining area in two, the sort of modern/sort of retro design choices and the mix of clientele (middle-agers, elderly folks and me and my daughter) and you get a very weird scene. I don’t know how much of a demand there is in West Seattle for a piano sports bar with possibly a senior discount, but there it is.

We were seated pretty quickly and handed our paperwork. Our server was courteous and asked my daughter directly what she would like to drink, which is a nice touch. Often, servers will just look to me as if my daughter is incapable of communication. This always bugs me.

The menu was small, limited to one page, which was nice to see after reviewing the initial menu they posted online when they opened. Unfortunately, it’s still impossible to figure out just what kind of cuisine this place thinks it’s good at, even with the now-condensed menu. A few pasta dishes, a steak dish, prawn etoufee, a few sandwiches...I guess the theme is “eclectic”?

We also received a happy hour one-sheet and a modest list of the grape juices they offer. I like wine, but I’m in no way qualified to judge the quality of a wine list. The happy hour bites looked ok, so I went for one, the grilled garlic chicken skewers with potato garlic spread ($6).

Noticeably absent was a children’s menu, which kind of bugged me. How dare a new restaurant open up in family friendly West Seattle and neglect to provide a children’s menu! Ok, so my indignation was nowhere near that level, but still, if taken from just a good business perspective, to me it would make sense to accommodate the families living all around you. They didn’t even have apple juice. Of course, Matador just down the street doesn’t even allow kids inside, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.

With no kids menu, I had to figure out what we could share. I knew most of what was offered she wouldn’t eat (she’s super picky), but pasta’s usually a safe bet and for me, it’s always worked as a decent litmus test for a restaurant: are you a pasta + sauce restaurant or do you take care to make something special? I ordered the Rigatoni Bolognese ($15), admittedly setting the bar low but also giving the restaurant a chance to wow me with a unique take.

To recap, we’ve ordered grilled chicken skewers, some pasta and sauce and two drinks (iced tea for me, a Shirley Temple for the little lady). The drinks come and we wait. And we wait a bit more. A few iPhone games to soothe the savage 4-year old (she loves Topple)…About 20 minutes later, we get both the chicken and the pasta at the same time. Ok, I guess that works, though I sort of assumed the chicken would come as an appetizer.

At this point in the review I should apologize for not taking any pictures of the food, but really, you’re not missing much.

But how did it taste? Well, the rigatoni was pasta + sauce. It wasn’t “bad”, it was just pedestrian, uninspired and boring. But my daughter was eating it, so win? In the plus column, the portion size was good.

The chicken skewers I actually really enjoyed, but the portion size was a bit small. The chicken was prepared well and the potato spread was a nice, if unusual, accompaniment.

Eventually, the server brought the bill. Dinner for one and a half came out to 28 bucks, before tip. I know how math works and bonus! I also know how to read, so the bill wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise was how little the price of this dinner was justified by the quality of the food we just ate. Not a good value.

I’ve got no complaints about the service. Water glasses were filled and the manager/owner even made the rounds, checking in on guests and bussing tables. Nice to see that.

Ultimately, though, I can’t recommend Table 35, and I hate writing that because I so want good quality establishments setting up shop in my ‘hood. The location they’ve chosen seems to be cursed as it’s continuously cycling through failed restaurants (two in the last four years). I was hoping the cycle might have been broken, but given my dinner experience, I don’t think it is. Fizzle.

Comments

[bld]

It's a shame. That space is kinda doomed so if you're going in you best bring your A-Game; not Chef Boyardee.

[Noah Banning]

I found out I have a friend that works at Table 35 and he was surprised when I told him about your experience. He thought if you would have tried something with more flavor than the bolognese it'd be better. Obviously the menu was limited with having the kid there. He also confirmed that a LOT of old people go there.