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Happy Cookie Friday: Remo Borracchini’s Bakery

This week’s Happy Cookie Friday is brought to you by Remo Borracchini’s Bakery & Mediterranean Market on Rainier Avenue in the Mt. Baker neighborhood.  I’ve had their cakes and cookies at many office parties throughout the years, but this was my first visit inside the hallowed aisles of Remo’s digs.  I have no idea what took me so long.

First things first, a taxicab confession.  We walked into Remo’s and even though the sign said it was a market, I didn’t expect it to really be a full-blown market/deli/bakery.  I lost my head and walked toward the deli case and started clicking shots.  This isn’t my SOP and I just want to tell anybody who does this and then gets the stink-eye from owners or worse, kicked out of the store, well, you deserve it.  Ask first.  While 80% of the time I’ll say that it’s better to ask forgiveness than to ask permission, I don’t go with that policy when it comes to photographing inside privately owned places.  By now, you know what’s coming.  As I was kneeling to snap a shot of a very extensive cookie case, I was rushed by an overly apologetic, inappropriately nice lady who works for the owner.   I don’t know if the owner’s name is Remo, but for the sake of consistency and logic, let’s just assume that Remo Borracchini’s Bakery & Mediterranean Market is owned by a guy named Remo.   The lady who confronted me said, “I’m so sorry to do this, but Remo’s not here, and really, I’m sorry, but you can’t take pictures without his permission.”  (Note to restaurant owners:  this approach is the bona fide method of making rude photographers who flounce into a place with no respect for the owners’ wishes and start taking photos without asking permission feel like a sack of week old bran muffins that nobody really wanted in the first place.)

I apologized profusely, she apologized more, I apologized again, she reassured me that if he were there it might be different, I apologized again and reassured her I was an ignorant ass and should’ve asked first and that the sight of the cookie counter just made me lose my mind.  This went on for about five minutes and it finally stopped when I asked her if it was ok if I bought my goods and took them outside to photograph them at the little cafe tables out front so that I could write my blog about it and she told me that she believed this would be ok.   I don’t know if Remo will let me take photos when I go back again, but even if he doesn’t, I’ll be be going back to eat and shop and look.  So so many things to try, least of which is a chicken pot pie in the deli that is actually calling my name right now, whispering quietly into this rainy September night.

We ended up buying a slice of veggie pizza along with an assortment of baked goods.  All of which were served to me by the nicest guy behind the counter ever.  Seriously, I’m the one who got shamed because I was taking photos without asking permission, but the kid behind the counter was so so meticulously helpful and kind in helping me select my baked goods, I just wanted to hug him and call him George.  Unfortunately I was starving so I ate the slice of veg pizza (the artichoke hearts on the top had too much vinegar, and the crust wasn’t my favorite, but it satisfied in a pinch) while I snapped the sweets.

The cherry cobbler is more like a huge, rectangular cherry pie that’s been cut into squares than it is a cobbler.  Which is exactly how I like my cherry cobbler because I don’t like that crumbly, cakey stuff that cobbler implies.  The cherry pie is awesome, don’t skip it when you visit, especially since Remo sells a large slice for less than $2.  In fact, all of the bakery treats are dirt cheap and probably the best deal in the Seattle area for the price.

Anytime there’s a giant krispy square in the case, I’m getting one.  Unfortunately this ginormous square didn’t have enough marshmallow, so I probably won’t be ordering this again unless I see the white fluff dripping everywhere.  The key to krispy treats?  Don’t be stingy with the mallow, Remo.  kthx.

This is called a rosette.  I ate a few bites of it and I’m still not too sure what it is.  Looking at it from this view, you’d think it’s a cake, right?  But take a look underneath.

The batter was obviously poured into molds, and while it didn’t have a lot of flavor, it was still interesting.  Any ideas on what this is?

But this is a Happy Cookie Friday blog, and Remo’s did not disappoint.

Remo gave the Cookie Monster a tiiiiny Nilla Wafer.  I, however, realized that the Cookie Monster wanted a real cookie.

So I gave him one of the peanut butter cookies.  Oh yeah.  He liked it.

Overall, Remo’s has a ton of stuff to try, both in the bakery and deli, as well as a large selection of exotic goodies I didn’t fully get to explore so I’ll be going back.  And, ahem, asking permission to photograph inside.  Sorry Remo!  Happy Cookie Friday, man.

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  1. Gail (wixer)

    Rosette…it’s that shaped “iron” (used to be really iron, but now they’re usually aluminum) on a long handle. It’s dipped into a batter and deep fried in hot oil. Done properly they drop off the iron and then dusted with powdered sugar. Should have been crisp and flaky and slightly sweet…probably with a hint of lemon, almond or anise flavoring.

  2. Natasha

    Ahh, very interesting, thanks Gail. It did taste like it had been fried. I think if we’d caught it fresh off the iron, it would’ve been crispier. It did have a hint of some flavor I couldn’t put my finger on (not anise, because I am not an anise fan and would’ve recognized that immediately—or maybe it was and that’s why I wasn’t crazy about it?). Thanks for the info!

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