Janette Godwin
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Years ago, a partner made me promise to let them be the first to take me to Ruins. I found this request hilarious, but indeed merited, as I certainly have earned a reputation for "getting around..." the local food scene, that is! I happily made that promise. Shit got weird. There was even a whole pandemic wreaking havoc on the food scene! We never made it to Ruins before our relationship ended.
I broke my promise yesterday! Ruins is now open in a beautiful location in Kendall Yards. I had no problems with parking. It felt safe and beautiful and clean... all those positive aspects of gentrification! Are we even in Spokane? Pinkies out, people.
We arrived about 20 minutes prior to dinner service... first ones there! It didn't take long for the patio outside the entrance to fill up with folks ready to order from their renowned rotating menu. I didn't have a reservation! Would I get in? Was that old promise a curse? Haha! I got in. No reservation. I'm here to break promises.
The waitstaff were all adorable... Tattooed and super cool vibes all around. Service was personable and attentive and laid back. Relax those pinkies, friends! I loved the atmosphere. Throughout dinner, you could hear the bartender preparing drinks with rhythm and style... the sounds of that shaker was quite honestly dope as hell. Maybe he's a musician? Rock on man. Well done. I'm amongst my people. The music overhead was amazing, throwback to 80s and 90s. NuShooz. Chaka Khan. Michael Jackson.
Last night's menu. Perfection. There were gluten-free and vegetarian options. I remember this was my old partner's favorite thing about Ruins. The menu rotates, so the adventure is always there, as were vegetarian options.
We shared the Whipped Feta and Flatbread as a starter. The plating was fun with the flatbread standing high in a cone on the plate. This was clearly made in-house, fresh, doused in some kind of lightly seasoned crack... perhaps ghee? The feta was beaten into submission, fully aware of its fate to be devoured. Cool, refreshing cucumber and tangy, zippy marinated red onions were the perfect accompaniment to the crackbread and feta. This shit could be habit-forming!
I ordered the duck. Because I don't want to have to cook duck for myself. If it's on the menu somewhere reputable, I want my fork in it. It. Was. Divine. Those cherries will punch you right in the palate. Are they pickled? They were a respectful send-off for that duck's final destination into my belly, along with perfectly creamy polenta, green beans, and arugula dressed in something royal. Fresno relish... total zinger with a ping of mild sweet heat and a tinge of smokiness. This plate was a 10/10. Didn't even need a speck of extra salt!
My friend ordered the pappardelle... cooked to perfection, wide-cut, thin ribbons. Sauced up in a roasted tomato and fennel ragu, basil and parm... crowned with a burrata blob and pork meatballs that tasted like homemade sausage. Delectable dish, all the way around.
Listen. Some promises merit breaking... "Ruin~ing," if you will. This was one of them! I fully intend to break this promise on rotation with their next menu creation. Honestly, I'm stopping myself from heading up there for brunch right now! They serve brunch, people!
Pro-tip: Go to Instagram to see their current menu if you're the kind of person that needs to know their offerings ahead of time. My advice though, JUST GO! There's something for everyone on that menu. Visit their website to read about how awesome they are for our community, too.
Did you really read all that? 🦋🖤🦋