Smoked Salmon Chowder
You guys.
Smoked salmon chowder. With smoked salmon, like the fish. The pink one. But it’s smoky and rustic and making me feel all moutainy and wild.
WHO AM I RIGHT NOW.
Mmk well, for starters, I am right here and now a vacationer in Seattle after 15-something hours driving up the coast in a cute little Prius, and I am love-love-loving it. We just arrived tonight and we, uh, haven’t been anywhere besides the hotel, but I can just sense that I love everything already – is that allowed? Also, we have breakfast reservations all set to go for bright and early tomorrow morning because I can’t not think about these things, you guys. I am currently staring down a box of Portland’s finest Voodoo Doughnuts on my little hotel desk here that I’m sure would make a fine Oreo-and-peanut-butter-encrusted leftovers breakfast, but it somehow feels like a waste not to eat out as much as possible in this food paradise of a city.
Which reminds me, thank you x100 for your restaurant recs on Facebook. I am studying them like some sort of foodie travel manual and they are what led me to tomorrow morning’s breakfast which I’m already drooling over. Going to bed excitedly thinking about when I get to wake up and eat breakfast is the number one cliché of my life right now.
Secondly (we were answering the question WHO AM I RIGHT NOW in reference to Smoked Salmon Chowder, in case you lost track back there in all the wordssss), I am a devoted customer to a sweet little restaurant called Cafe Latte in Saint Paul. Can I get a shout out from anyone who shares my adoration on this one? The turtle cake? The chicken chili? Most recently I am an eater of Cafe Latte’s smoked salmon stew-like-chowdery-delicious-creamy-soup-in-a-bowl. Wow, friends. Run yourself over there right now if you live in the Twin Cities. This stuff is heaven-sent.
The thing you should know is that I am not the sort of person who would just up and choose a creamy smoked salmon soup over chili or even a white bean and kale Tuscan-y type thing. No. That’s just not my life. How-ev-er, the guy serving me my food from behind the counter on the salmon soup day described it to me as something you’d eat just before curling up with a blanket and taking a nap. <
