My nerves had been on edge all week prior to this trip, causing me to have a minimal appetite. Ok, I had been uneasy with trepidation for the past month, the thought of Getting On An Airplane For The First Time In 20 Years was intense. Yet, after 5 minutes in the air out of Reno all of that anxiety and worry about actually flying vanished. At that point I was on a plane completely relaxed and as excited as a little boy. I was also now starving out of my skull and I looked at the meek Oompa Loompa sized bag of peanuts in my hand with the thought that a restaurant with real food was still over two hours away.
My aunt and I landed at the SeaTac Airport in Seattle, gathered our carry-on bags and a meal was high on the priority list before even thinking of heading into the city. It felt great to be here, back in this beautiful green Utopia that carries a positive, energetic vibration unlike anywhere else for me. The runaway destination I had been in love with for some 30 years when I first passed through. The airport also became immediately familiar again despite my 20 year absence.
Anthony’s Restaurant at the SeaTac Airport in Seattle is located in the Central Terminal between B and C gates. This was just the place to alleviate our gnawing hunger pangs screaming from the depths of our stomachs. It offers great panoramic views of the tarmac and runways all while being served delicious, high quality food from a professional, attentive staff.
There was no doubt while I was here in this moment, sans dinner later that night, as to what would be the highlighted protein of my meals over these two days. While in Seattle you should never deny yourself some of the highest quality, premium seafood in the world and neither would I.
I chose the Seafood Macaroni and Cheese that was a perfect welcoming meal to begin the weekend. The tender pasta was married in a rich, creamy Cheddar Cheese sauce that had my taste buds exploding, eyes rolling into the back of my head as I gave subtle moans of cuisine pleasure. Finally some sustenance in my cavernous empty belly. The dish was elevated to unbelievable heights with the addition of fresh Dungeness crab and bay shrimp and a panko bread crumb topping. It was an offering from the food gods as a starter of what was still to come in Seattle.
My aunt has a very refined, healthy diet and she needs to have small, frequent meals. For those who have inquired about pictures of her the one below is as close as you will ever get at her request. She does not wish to be photographed as is the same with several of my friends. You’ll have to trust me when I say that she is a stunningly beautiful, petite lady!
She chose the Mahi Mahi Tacos of which she absolutely let me enjoy with her. The chargrilled, tender Mahi Mahi literally melted in my mouth while it was accompanied by crisp cabbage, firm diced tomatoes, cilantro and wrapped in pillow-soft tortilla and a creamy light mayo sauce. For those of you that have followed this blog know that I will avoid eating cilantro at all costs as I do not like it. So, there was a lot of picking away with the fork before I dove in. The side of rice was hot and soft with a light lemony, buttery overtone.
I’m not trying to play a trick on your eyes with the sunlight in this photo. It was taken on the following day, Sunday, as we also ate at Anthony’s before returning to Reno. Hey, this kid can put down the food so I wasn’t passing up another opportunity to grab a meal.
The Clam Chowder was seasoned perfectly with some notes of pepper and thyme to enhance the incredibly tender clams and expertly cooked potatoes with that milk and heavy cream and topped with parsley. In hindsight I wish I had ordered some of Anthony’s warm sourdough bread for dunking.
My aunt had the same Mahi Mahi tacos as the previous day. The Wild Alaska King Salmon that I ordered at Anthony’s at the SeaTac Airport in Seattle was incredibly delicious. It was chargrilled with sundried tomatoes and drizzled with a fresh basil butter sauce over the top. Fluffy white rice with seasonings and tender, fresh off the farm green beans. Also the perfect last meal for our trip.
Now, hang on before you say, “That’s it for his trip?!” No, I just decided to put both of these food visits together into one post since they were at the same restaurant. Next post, I’ll take you on my journey into the Emerald City! (I know, I know…the audience roars in unison with, “Finally!”)
By the way…remember how talkative my aunt was in Reno and at the beginning of the flight? The shoes had swapped feet and now it was I that was the chatterbox. If a guy could be giddy with excitement at that moment then I would happily wear a pin that denoted just that.