Other people, though, had a wild night, with trees falling across the interstate (3 lanes), landslides, power out in lots of places.
We were home, safe and warm; dry, too. Partly to avoid the crowds, party because we didn't call in a reservation early enough elsewhere, partly because I've wanted to try this place for a long time, we went to Poppy
, the restaurant run by Jerry Traunfeld, who used to be the chef at the wonderful Herbfarm restaurant.
The food is offered in groups of small plates called "thali" -- sort of a bento box, only using a tray. You can get an order of ten items or 7 items, for meat-eaters and for vegetarians. The presentation is lovely, the quality of the food is fantastic, and the servings are just the right size.
It was kinda nice, too, having dinner at a restaurant that looks out over our old stomping grounds, the intersection at Broadway and Roy, just up the hill from our 1st apartment together. The 76 gas station is long gone, replaced by a multi-use, 4-story brick building, but it's still Broadway and still lively, Back in 1976, I moved to Capitol Hill for may reasons, but a big one was the realization that I could grow into old age in this neighborhood and still fit in with the feel of the place. Broadway was still pretty hippy back then, with the hip places cheek-by-jowl with the furniture shops, the cobblers, the hardware store that marked Capitol Hill as one of the original in-city family neighborhoods. Nowadays, those old shops are gone and the street is simply hip, with lots of restaurants and a growing number of smaller living spaces. But, it's still an accepting place, the heart of Seattle's gay community, the home of avant-garde theater, lots of start-up businesses with young owners.
Now we live in north Capitol Hill, that is, a mile and a quarter north of the Broadway business district, but Broadway (and 15th, 4 blocks to the east) are our neighborhood shopping and visiting areas. We're one of the "old homes" on the street, having bought our home in 1982, when half the street at least was still rentals. Now, the only rental left was built to be one, a 4-plex where, I'm told, an astronaut once lived while he was taking some courses at the University of Washington.
Here's to living here for another 20 years at least....and 20 more Valentine's Day dinners at local restaurants!
Fortunately, we celebrated on Sunday... Our 32nd Valentine's Day. Amazing.