Restaurant Zoe has some buzz in the Belltown district on the Northern end of downtown Seattle. Frankly, I found the buzz to be undeserved. This was style over substance with high price tags and a hip venue. For the nouveau riche, a perfect abode.
My business companion and I sampled the cold fois gras palmex foie gras torchon and the kurobuta pork belly confit . The fois gras was sold to us by our waiter as being much like pate, but the reality was that it was like eating a disjoint stick of butter and some crunchy bits. The fois gras portion was generous, but the preparation was ill conceived.
The pork belly was no longer pork belly, and instead we were given an rib of pork meat that in no way told me it was confit of any manner. While flavorful, I felt gypped, pork belly was the draw here and we got something else.
We ended the pain quickly and set off to Boka to rescue a failed culinary adventure. Zoe has good intent, but needs to be imbued with a bit of culinary wisdom before I shall return.
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