After finding some fabulous food at what appeared to be a rinky-dink Chinese restaurant in Morgantown, West Virginia, I decided it was time to try the Chinese restaurant closest to my home. I’ve walked past Calva Café endless numbers of times, just as I’ve driven by endless numbers of Seattle’s Chinese restaurants en route to far better fare in Richmond, BC.
I’ve documented my disappointment with Seattle’s Chinese food and Queen Anne restaurants; on top of that, Calva’s contention of serving both sushi and Chinese food wasn’t particularly promising. But I’d just flown home and was hungry.
Calva was previously a place for take-away coffee and ice cream, so I had a hunch it would be somewhat small inside. Turns out there are just three tables, as well as five seats at the sushi bar. The couple in charge has roots in both Japan and China, which explains the split menu. They’re also hard-working; he doing the hot cooking and sushi preparation, and she doing everything else—including washing dishes, retrieving ingredients, serving, answering the phone, and running the register. Be patient with the service and preparation; it’s like you’re a guest in their tiny kitchen, so sit back and marvel at how they utilize their limited space. And if you get to know them, they’re quite nice; she even gave me a couple of her prized apriums to take home after my meal. (Or were they pluots? I just can’t get a handle on the hybrids.)
Cross-posted on Examiner.