King Estate... Sigh. What a gem of a winery. This place does everything right- from food to service to labor to ethic to philosophy. I would be here every weekend, if not for the unrequited love triangle between me, my wallet, and the gorgeous chateau. =(
A few facts: King Estate is the largest contiguous winery in the Northwest region. Everything it grows is certified organic, and a lot of the foodstuffs served at the Estate restaurant are grown/cured/cultivated on site. (The rest is locally sourced.) All the pinot gris and pinot noir grapes are hand-picked, and plant debris from harvesting is composted and recycled back into the land. The winery also works with Eugene's Cascade Raptor Center; its land serves as a release site for orphaned and rehabilitated birds of prey (making every day at the winery a prime one for bird-watching.)
My friends and I very much enjoyed the company of our tasting/tour guide. (And if he didn't enjoy our company, or our million and one requests for picture breaks, he made it graciously unapparent.) He conducted the tour at our pace, invited questions, answered them well, and even relented in letting us visit the pear orchard so we could see the hawks glide as the sun set. When we went in for the $5 tasting flight, we were received by yet more professional and laid-back sommeliers. I personally enjoyed the signature pinot gris, which was soft and smooth, with a crisp finish. But I ended up taking home the golden-hued, sweet and peachy vin glace. (Note: If you buy a wine from the flight, the tasting fee is waived.)
Anyway! Enough about the grape drank- what really blew my mind at King Estate was the food. When we sat down around 5pm for a bottle of Next: Riesling and a few appetizers, we were just planning on whetting our appetites for dinner, a quick dine-and-down-the-bottle sort of thing. We were pleasantly surprised when the waiter took our small order, and immediately returned with a basket of The-Best-Bread-Ever. Wrapped under warm cloth, we found a rich and salty olive bread, a sesame-studded bread, and a resilient and chewy French bread, served with the thickest, creamiest butter. (You know the food will be good when the kitchen puts so much care into free bread.)
Soon after, we were presented with an amuse bouche that was genius concentrated in one mouthful. One bite unearthed a seared, rare flank steak, topped with crème fraiche, served over a spoonful of spiced pear and cucumber compote.
By the time we finished enthusing over the amuse bouche, (but not before we finished a second basket of bread) the waiter came back with our array of appetizers.
There was a simply seared foie gras, slashed with artsy squiggles of olive oil and balsamic vinegar, startling in its own richness. When we dug in, the lobe of fatty flesh tore softly from its charred outer membrane and melted into the brioche, making us feel like we might happily die from all the excess.
There was a violently pretty charcuterie platter: A neat square of brandied duck liver terrine, a trapezoidal jewel of pâté de champagne--with 3 painted dots of dijon mustard--a dark circle of pork belly confit , and a twisted stem spiraling off choice olives, cornichons and slivers of radish outlined in vibrant red. It was Art Food, delicious and clean.
We ended the gluttony with an impossibly fussy torchon of foie gras, with strawberry gremolata, lavender-black pepper gastrique, and toasted brioche. It sounded terrible, but tasted divine. The gremolata cut through the fattiness of the foie gras, while the gastrique honeyed down acidity, and sharpened the overall flavors. The ripe strawberries complemented the richness of the dessert, while the toasted hazelnuts added textural perfection.
When the full moon rose, dusky and red, our waiter brought out thick, colorful blankets and candles, so we could linger in our bovine, food-induced happiness.
Who doesn't want to be treated like royalty? A trip out to King Estate can get pricey, but the sum experience is totally worth it, especially when you compare it to big-name wineries in California. King Estate has wonderful service, and most notably, a staff that doesn't turn its collective nose up at a younger clientele. (On the flip side, because the mean age of the staff itself is young-ish, KE may not give more veteran wine-and-dine buffs the formal, polished experience they expect. In any case, the environment feels very organic.) I'm excited to return for what I imagine could be the perfect brunch. read more