West Five & Beveridge

On a rainy evening we drove all the fricken fracken way out to West Seattle to the West 5.

I had heard many a tale of the mac n cheese, so I promptly ordered that with a fine, if forgettable, salad. It was piping hot. Some might say too hot. But I heartily approve of its cheddary creaminess. So creamy in fact, that I wonder if one of their "five cheeses" is of the "fake" variety. Hmm. I also approve of their macaroni--what are those wonderful little clumpy pineconey shapes called? And a breadcrumb crust is always appreciated. My ultimate conclusion is that it is quite good but not The Best. The quest continues.

Michael's steak sandwhich turned out to be a philly cheesesteak style. I don't think it's what he was expecting.

I'd love to return for some cocktails. I wasn't in a cocktail mood at the time, but their retro-bordering-on-divey decor feels like just the place for a riduculously fussy tropical cocktail.

Next stop was Beveridge Place Pub which we had heard spoken very highly of. Do they just serve beer and wine? Seemed like it. Also seemed like they couldn't decide if they were trying to be a sports bar, a beer hall in Munich (FAIL), or Central Perk coffee house from Friends. The best part of my evening was Michael buying me a hot dog from the weiner guy outside Beveridge, just before he called it a night due to rain and a broken umbrella.

Neither of these places are worth the drive.