OK, so today, out of sheer ennui, Wahine and I found ourselves running the Madison Park gauntlet (Rive Nord) looking for breakfast. Beach House? Menu not interesting enough to eat at the first place we looked. McGilvra's? Looked like breakfast was a pubby afterthought, and deserted. The Attic? Oops, that surly (yet nasty) manager was on shift. Cactus? Not in the mood for S-W themed breakfast. Red Onion? Closed tighter than a muddy horseclam.
So, with Starbucks showing the endoline, it was Bing's.
This place is really nice. Not nice in a consciously upscale sense, but a breath of fresh air. 0% twee quotient (Skillet, take notice), without any Postiche Iconic (Lost Lake, King's, you two). Great layout, plenty of room, no elementary school tops. Their special board, tap list and cocktail list are entire chalkboard WALLS--Hallelujah.
The menu is mostly thoughtful takes on traditional breakfast items, but with panache and deft touches. Wahine had the meatloaf scramble, which sounds fussy from the menu, but was delightful and neither bland nor dissonant. I chose the Cuban Benedict, which was perfect, save for the sliced peppers arriving straight from the can. In both our cases, the roast potatoes were crisp yet moist outside, and the chef had the courage to lay on the garlic. I was so happy I neglected to ask what coffee they pour, but it was the freshest, deepest by-the-cup I've been served with a meal in Seattle.
Service was great, helpful and well-organized.
Out the door for $31 before tip. Back though the door soon.