My weekend in Seattle centered around an activation at the Seahawks game for my (day) job, so we woke up very early on our first rainy Sunday to squeeze in a pre-football brunch.
I had a lot of restaurants on my “to-eat” list during my short visit, and many of them lived North of Lake Union, an area that I hadn’t yet ventured near. We combined brunch with checking out the Fremont hood, and selected Westward as our restaurant of choice after reading about it’s numerous accolades.
Despite the gloomy weather, it’s cozy spot right on the lake with scattered rain-drenched Adirondacks and a soaked fire pit still set an idyllic scene for brunch. We opened the restaurant with our arrival, and took our seats next to an expansive bar with a unique shelving unit that looked like a slice of a wooden vessel.
Nautical decor, from sail lanterns to strung rope detailing, fit perfectly with its marina location and oyster offerings. Every detail down to the shelving, coat hooks, and bathroom accessories were thoughtfully composed and tastefully maritime.
To start, we both ordered lattes (my third of the morning, oops!), and a selection of oysters from the daily menu. After oystering my face off in New Orleans and several other seafood-centric cities, I am going to make an informed statement here that these oysters were the best I’ve had.
Between the Spring Creek oyster, the Olympias oyster, and my favorite, the Judd Cove oyster, coupled with a house-made peppercorn vinaigrette, I was blown away. You can’t come to Westward and not have oysters.
As we stewed over the menu, the chef sent us out a winter luxury pumpkin soup with pink peppercorn crème fraiche, carob syrup, and pepitas. I was strongly eyeing this soup so I was thrilled. It was rich, creamy and paired perfectly with the rainy day outside. The salty-but-sweet biscotti on the top was a great addition. This was fall comfort in a cup.
Now that our palette was wet, we were ready to order our mains. Despite being on the opposite coast of our NYC delicacy, bagels, Paul couldn’t help ordering the house-made wood oven baked bagel with soft scrambled eggs, chevre, and chermoula. Though the bagel was more like a thick english muffin, this was a delicious open-face egg sandwich.
We also ordered a side of grilled sausage, which was served with garlic, herbs de provence, and chili and had a nice spicy flavor and was a good balance to the eggy dishes.
I ordered the baked and stuffed sweet Italian peppers with Spanish octopus bolognese, orzo pasta, fried farm egg and lemon yogurt for my main. This portion was no joke. I was expecting small peppers, not a massive snake of a pepper on my plate, and I loved it! This dish was so different than what I’ve had for brunch before, and the egg with creamy yogurt sauce was a perfect combo.
The Bitches say: A. Go to Westward on a beautiful day to experience the patio seating and true marina-dining experience, but don’t shy away on a rainy day; the Northwestern seafood cuisine is just as great in gloom!
2501 N Northlake Way
Westward serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m.