I meant to make braised lamb shanks for dinner tonight. I meant to blog about a dessert on here tonight. Alas, circumstances changed and my agenda has changed. We decided to go grab some fish n’ chips for dinner at a local place called Ivar’s. People around here talk about it like it’s the best place ever to get batter fried seafood and chowder. Since we love batter fried seafood and chowder, we decided that a gloomy and cold day like today would be a great time to try this place.
I’m taking a chance by posting this. It’s quite possible that a local will stomp my big toe after reading this.
This place was disappointing all around. We didn’t go to the original Ivar’s on Seattle’s waterfront, we went to a little fish shack in downtown Bothell, a suburb of Seattle. Actually, I’m giggling right now because I’m at their website and by the looks of it, it seems that the company would have you believe that it is a sit-down and elegant seafood restaurant. Umm, no. It’s not. We ate chowder from paper bowls, and ate our fried food from baskets lined with wax paper. Our drinks came in paper cups just like what you would expect from a fast food chain. That in and of itself would never bother me, but this place failed in the food department.
Their fries were ok. They tasted like a million other French fries I have eaten. Their regular fish was not so good. The breading was coarse and bland. The clam strips, the shrimp, were all covered in the same breading. I’ve had better come from my freezer.
The chowders were gross. I have nothing at all nice to say about those chowders. The Manhattan Clam Chowder (the red one) tasted like it came from a can. It had that cheap bouillon cube taste to it that was overwhelming and gross. Clam Chowder, I understand can be tricky, but if you plaster your restaurants and webpage with gloats of awards your restaurant has won, own up and put quality ingredients in your food. There’s just no excuse for cheap tasting soup.
The New England Clam Chowder (the white cream-based one) was weird. It was better than the Manhattan, but it was still not very good. The main taste in this soup was bacon. I want to taste the sweet briney taste of clams and I’m eating bacon-cream soup. That’s not right. This place is famous for it’s chowder and I hated it.
They also provided little plastic tubs of tartar sauce and ketchup with our meals; little pre-sealed Ivar’s condiments. The problem with these is that the tubs were only filled maybe 1/3 to 1/2 full. That’s a lot of plastic waste coming from a native restaurant of a city that considers itself progressive in environmental consciousness. And no, there was no recycling offered. Between my toddler and I, we used 3 tubs of ketchup and 1 tub of tartar sauce (I was sharing with my son and couldn’t use malt vinegar like I wanted)….that’s a lot of plastic going to a landfill and that was just us. I’m disappointed.
There were ants crawling around on the table top. That, to me, was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I expect ants when I am eating on the ground in a park, but not in a restaurant.
The prices were a little high considering what we were eating. We were actually sitting in a booth in the back of a restaurant and the door to the kitchen was open and I could look right in. It was a bunch of deep fryers and freezers. It actually kind of reminded me of the kitchen in the back of the Krusty Krab on the show Spongebob Squarepants (I’ve got a toddler, people. Nickelodeon is very familiar to me!). Also, the “combo dinners” didn’t come with drinks. That’s ridiculous! And the drinks ended up being quite pricey! I am just so annoyed with this place. I could have gotten better tasting deep fried fish at a cheaper price from Captain D’s or Long John Silvers (that’s the comment that’s going to get me killed).
Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had Fish N’ Chips made by a person from the UK. Those people KNOW how to batter and fry cod, ladies and gentlemen. I just really didn’t like this place, and that disappoints me because up until tonight I have absolutely loved all of the tiny food joints Seattle has to offer. Sorry, Ivar’s and Seattlites. It was NOT good.
















