If you find yourself in Bothell, whether by intent or the whimsical hand of Fate, rejoice at the addition of this gem to the culinary and libation offerings of the once-bustling town which time forgot. For those of us who work and reside in this beautiful north end bedroom community, hyper-local choices for dining are rather thin. For diversity (or anything after 8pm), we usually fire-up the horseless carriage and head... elsewhere.
There are several fine offerings in the old Bothell vicinity (and several which ravening hunger might excuse one to qualify as fine). There is the usual flotsam and jetsam of chain franchises, musty neighborhood institutions nigh-impossible to dislodge, and the few sterling bastions of uncompromising quality. McMinamins Anderson School has brought us choices of the eat, drink and be merry variety. And these choices don't flip their open sign at 3pm or 8pm.
Let's start with the location: It's in old town Bothell, which didn't receive the benefit of long range planners' vision to accommodate expansion to the degree this area has experienced. Nobody looked into the crystal ball and said, "Lo! Is it not obvious that we shall need even u to 20 acres of parking for a destination venue of ye future? Avaunt, ye laggards and build now a gargantuan parking lot for the one-driver-per-car flood of the future!" Why not? Well, they probably didn't think that new-fangled car thing would hit it off, for starters. But it's irrelevant - the parking is what it is: Barely suitable for a 70+ room hotel, theater, music venue, sports bar, high-end whiskey room, restaurant, and pool/tiki bar. Yeah. All that and ye bag o' chips. So if you find there's no room in the pretty massive parking lot, I offer the following local's suggestions: 1. I know it's a huge inconvenience, but walking maybe an additional 20 feet by parking in the frackin' huge sports field parking lot immediately adjacent... it's a sacrifice, but let's face it: It probably won't hurt you. 2. Take the bus. I know, I know... but if I didn't say it, I'd have to give up my Washington voter registration, right?
Ambiance: Holy rampant radishes, Bat Man! It's a gorram tiki bar in old town Bothell, with no-joke real-deal artifacts straight from Bali! Hellooooo? Tired of driving 35-40 minutes for something fun? Something other than your mass-produced red and brass festooned eatery, complete with plenty of "flair"-sporting try our new menu jockeys? This. Is. It.
*ahem* Bali. For serious.
Now... you're going to have quite a hike up those two flights of stairs (past the heated salt water pool, the life sized tikis, the bamboo fencing, the carved benches, etc.) before you're treated to the madcap, eclectic collection of South Pacific awesomesauce. That's the trade-off, my friends. But you can pause at the landing between the flights and check out the cool chandelier above you, whilst you catch that breath from your daunting ascent.
Service and such: There's a host to greet you 9 out of 10 times. (That's my personal count.) The bartender sagely awaits your order at the top of this climb, which is fortunate or wise, indeed. The dining area is narrow. Here I remind you that it's built over a pool (so usable space had to be at a premium), and it includes a good sized kitchen, bar, and places to plant your derrières. The service staff hustle along this trestle like expert circuits performers, dodging feet, chairs, jackets, other servers, and the occasional guest wandering off to check the vantage points of this cozy, curious and quaint place. Remember "Tales of the Gold Monkey"? It's okay if you don't, youngsters; Googlepedia it, and grock me when I say the laissez faire of that show's Monkey Bar is faithfully re-incarnated here. The staff here is witty, expeditious, knowledgeable... umm... trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, thrifty, brave, clean and... er... irreverent? Scouts, with a Balinese twist, I guess?
Look -- you're going to wait a bit (but not too long!) to savor the fruit from this perch above the lagoon. Enjoy a tasty beverage, soak-in the ambiance, watch the rain fall through the skylights onto the surface of the pool, put away your Tweeter machines for a few minutes, and speak with the person beside you. Time will fly, and the yum factor is worth it. Try a Mune Louie or Kapu Hut Baguette. Nom nom nom.
Now here comes the downside: No espresso machine. I saw one of the McMenamin brothers this morning, taking a friend to breakfast at the Tavern on the Green. I should've said something to him, because this is a really inexcusable breach of NW decorum. No espresso? I mean, I can understand not serving water, but... hello? Washagonian lifeblood, here.
And the flag out front is missing. Anderson School, right? Ever seen a school without a flag? Just seems ... I don't know... imposterous!
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