Dear Wild Boar: Thank-you for existing.
Dear Quinn's: Thank-you for doing such wonderful things with said boar.
I've always been a big fan of the wild boar ragu at Volterra, and the best meal I've had in my life involved wild boar and bottomless glasses of Valpolicella in Siena, Italy. Though the term "gastropub" sort of sets off my bullshit-o-meter, when I heard about wild boar sloppy joes at Quinn's on Capitol Hill, I was damn curious.
Unexpectedly, I had the chance to finally try one last night at Showbox SODO, where the Sound Bite exhibition was taking place. Put together by Cafe Vita and other members of the Seattle Restaurant association, the event was a smart mix of live music and exceptional food, brought together as a benefit for the Vera Project and ProStart. Only bands whose members work in restaurants were allowed to submit demos for consideration, and blessedly, the musicians selected happen to work at places like the Palace Kitchen, Tavolta, El Gaucho, and Via Tribunali.The Tribunali crew even went so far as to set up their wood-burning pizza oven outside (something they also did last summer in the parking lot of Havana while that bar's proprietor, Quentin Ertel, screened Goodfellas on the wall outside), and every restaurant involved did an impressive job in general with presentation. Coastal Kitchen had purple-skinned Peruvian potatoes cradling albacore ceviche, and El Gaucho tended to a steady line of folks waiting for their perfectly rare, sirloin mini-sandwiches, but it was Quinn's mixture of ground boar, and rich, dense tomato sauce garnished with french-fried onions was the stuff of carnivorous dreams. There's no way I'll be able to go to a show at Neumo's again without making time to stop in for one.