Another celebratory meal out – this time with the Aunties, to celebrate Pauline’s birthday. She gets a two-fer from Ivar’s each year as her birthday approaches, and this year she took us out. (I thought it was supposed to be the other way around, but I’m not complaining.)
|University and Montlake bridges|
The weather had been hot, hot, hot for the previous week, and then made a sudden Seattle about turn and became rainy and chilly. Everyone else was whining about the shift, but I was delighted. I am not a hot weather fan. The restaurant seemed not to have noticed the change, however, and the air conditioner must have been going full blast. I am never one to complain about the cold, but I was wishing I had worn another layer. You can see that the Aunties came fully prepared. Their coats did not come off even once during the meal.
|Crews on Lake Union|
Our waiter was adorable, and Dakki kept saying that he looked like President Obama. He was handsome, but shorter, rounder, and altogether cuddlier looking. We liked him a lot. After Dakki expatiated at length on the similarity between the two, I took a look around to assess the other waiters. They mostly looked like characters who would be hired by Sidney Greenstreet in some 1940’s film noir. One was the spitting image of Joe Canino, the main gangster bad guy in The Big Sleep. I pointed this out to them, and they were initially skeptical (as they are of most of my observations,) but after a few looks about, they had to agree. Somehow, this cheered us even more, and our dinner was now not only delicious, but had the added flavor of being just a little illicit!