Hungrygrrl

Boat street cafe is not the easiest place to find. It’s on that corner where Western hits Denny, but the sign is small and was obscured by a UPS truck the day I visited. I think they’re trying to hide it. But I persisted and was rewarded with a little oasis, a patio with dappled light and shadow, the inside set with crisp white linens. I ordered a glass of viognier and perused the menu. The food is french with an american sensibility—poached chicken, tomato soup, baked eggs. Things that could either be simple and wonderful or just dreadful. I went with the poached chicken sandwich and it WAS simple and wonderful, tender chicken with the hint of lemon mayonnaise on a crisp baguette. Until I hit a tang of disinfectant. I stopped eating. Was someone cleaning the kitchen? It was 2pm, nearing the end of lunch. But another bite and there it was again. I pulled out the smoked mozzarella and found the culprit. The salad that accompanied was a nice mix of arugula and young greens, but it was marred by what tasted like garlic salt. All in all the place was lovely, the atmosphere so peaceful. It’s the perfect lunch place for when my father visits. Just hold the smoked mozzarella.

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Boat Street Cafe

http://www.boatstreetcafe.com