Madam K's quite the exception

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I went to Madam K's over the weekend to try out a true-life former brothel as I've never tried out a current brothel.

Madam K's Pizza Bistro is a small little hole in the wall on the streets of Ballard. The decorations are derived from the old cat house's former use, with lingerie hanging from coat racks, thick red tablecloths and scantily-clad women's rights activist servers. There is jazz on Friday evenings and although the wait time is typicaly in the ballpark of 30 minutes, the hostesses double as bartenders, which makes me realize that the hostesses of other restaurants do absolutely nothing. They managed to greet the guests and serve drinks to the bar attached to the front desk.

The front of the restaurant is a little tight, and as we waited, had to continually move out of the way of the large front door as new guests arrived. A small price to pay for the service though.

We ordered a bottle of wine that at $22 was moderately priced and a house bottle from Washington. They carry only specialty pizzas, a few lasagna dishes some salads and that's about it besides the extensive appetizer choices.

The garlic bread and marinara sauce is delightful and not as heavy as you might think, although I could probably have thrown the same dish together at home.

There is a thick and thin crust pizza. My sister, who can't disgest dairy cheese properly, ordered a goat cheese pizza. My friend and I ordered a chicken red pepper and onion concoction.

After waiting a few minutes, probably about 20 or so, our pizzas were delivered to our table piping hot. Sis' pie was mozzarella cheese. After building up the courage to inquire to the waitress whether she was in fact correct, we found out that we were. The waitress, who acted as though we were personal friends the entire time, said, "Shit!" and said well we can make it again for you.

She returned minutes later to say that they started making a goat cheese, but it was the wrong kind of pizza, a pesto as opposed to the kind she ordered. Sis agreed to go with it. Meanwhile gf and I were waiting patiently to eat.

When it arrived, it was a thick crusted pie instead of the thin crust, goat cheese pizza she ordered. We ignored the third error of the evening and dug in.

We learned that the deep dish pizza is the one to get, the goat cheese is delicious and that even the cut of the pizza allows you to manage your over-eating rather than the long slices you get at other places.

Our server had agreed long before to take care of her pizza, and it became quite the steal. A delicious and fresh goat cheese pizza for no money. Not to mention, we were completely understanding and very nice to the waitress the entire time we had to renegotiate our orders. There was no attitude on either behalf which I am certain yielded our free pizza. So there's a little lesson for you too.

Regardless of three errors, it was Saturday at 730pm. As I say about the restaurant I work at, "If you want an error free meal, don't go to a restaurant at 7pm on a Saturday."

It ended up being a competively priced meal for cozy ambience and great pizza. The menu is a little short, the wait too long, and the establishment small. But that gives it character. And they didn't pretend they didn't make mistakes. I like that.

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