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Restaurant Pet Peeves

And so it says here in the Book of Peeves, Chapter 3 (Food Service),” Thou shalt not clean the floor while customers are still present.”  I heartily agree with this. I’ve been in restaurants where they start vacuuming while we are still eating. Last week we went for sushi, it was not yet closing time, and there they were — mopping the floor with some very strong smelling detergent. Couldn’t taste my sushi. Not happy about that. Would I go back? Not sure. They did serve me sushi with sesame seeds even though I did mention my allergies. They said they were sorry, but I could have been dead.

Now THIS is the way to do it!

Another peeve of mine is the clearing of the plates before everyone is finished eating. Now, okay, I’m not so sure I need to be hardcore about this one, and you might feel the same way if you’ve ever sat down to a meal with Rachel. We would be finishing our coffee and Rachel would lift her darling delicate finger to get the waiter’s attention and giggle, “Can we have another bottle of wine, please.” And then she would look down at her plate and continue sectioning off her food into bite-sized nibbles, saving the best for last.

What I really don’t like is when there is just the two of us (usually me and my drew) and as soon as Drew lifts his fork off the plate and puts his last bite into his mouth, the waiter is right there taking the plate away. And we all know that it is really not his last bite because there is still food on my plate.

Water glasses should be filled at all times and definitely do not spill red wine on a customer, but white is okay!

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Frolicking in Seattle with Drew

Finally . . . I have Drew all to myself . . . well, him and his Droid, but I’ll take what I can get.

The sun came out, the sky was blue. We put on our walking shoes. First Pike Place Market and then over to the Gum Wall. I chewed my gum — still had a bit of flavor left when I added it to the wall. I wanted to chew it bland but Drew was impatient. He didn’t want to stand in a damp, dark alley (Post Alley) covered in used (vintage?) gum.

Off to Capitol HIll and then to Queen Anne. Lots of walking. Elliott Bay Book Company, Roy St. Coffee & Tea, Easy Street Records — I was almost complaining about the heat. Well, no that’s not true. I did complain about the heat. I had too many layers on. Stopped in an Irish pub in time to watch the end of the Yankee game. (Yankees win — Yay.)

Afterwards, we are both thinking sushi.  “Wait a minute, that great sushi place I went to the last time I was here is in this neighborhood. And it’s that way!” He points up the block.

So we find the restaurant — Shiki, it’s on Roy St. We sit at the sushi bar and order sashimi omakase for two. The sushi chef is super busy. He’s the only one behind the bar and the place is packed. I’m watching him make up a plate. It’s filled with thick fresh chunks of sashimi of all kinds. And then he plops down the top half of  two shrimp . .  eyes, antennae, and all. They were moving — wobbling around as if still alive.

I’m looking at the plate and thinking who the hell would order something that’s still moving around on the plate!

Seconds later, the plate is in front of us. Ahhhhhhhh! Can’t shake that image out of my head. I was afraid to reach over and take a piece of sashimi. Thought it was going to attack my hand — especially when I went for its bottom half. I wanted no part of it. Drew however sucked the life out of it!

Sushi incredible.

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Seattle weather: Same as usual

When you walk into a sushi restaurant and it is crowded on a week night it means one of two things: Cheap prices or great sushi. In this case it was great sushi. Shiro was crowded, so Drew gave them his name and cell number and we went across the street for a drink.

People are friendly and very polite in Seattle. Yesterday when I bought my sandwich, I paid for it with a 50 dollar bill. I handed it over and said, “Can I break a 50?” and he said, “Sure. Thank you for asking.” Oops, wait a minute — did I catch the nice bug by asking? There were other instances of super politeness throughout the day. Now I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. It’s just more than I’m used to.

So we are at the bar across the street. There were 3 of us. Me, Drew, and Derek (in from NY/works for Drew.) There was a trivia game going on — guess it’s a bar thing — and in between a trivia question the woman with the dog on her lap turns towards us and directs the following remark to Derek, “I see your parents are visiting.” What do you say to that?  Drew and I are looking over at Derek as he chokes on his drink and spits out the words, “No, he’s my boss!”  I don’t know where that fits in with politeness in Seattle but it had to be told. She did apologize profusely when she saw how we all reacted.

Drew’s phone was ringing while we waited. It was the hostess from the restaurant. Our table was ready. We went over, sat down, and, as the hostess was seating us she said, “Thank you for coming back.”  Sushi great and all employees super polite!

Today I went to my cooking class. On the way someone in a wheelchair, who I am pretty sure was homeless, came up to me and said hello. I said hello and was waiting for him to ask for money. He said, “You from around here?” “No,” I said quickly and kept walking. He kept up with me. “You’re a tourist,” he said. “Well, I never liked that word,” I said. He laughed and said, “Are you lost? You need directions?” “No, I’m fine.” “Okay, have a nice day.” And off he went.

Must be that northwest air. Last year in Vancouver, Drew and I would be looking at a map on the street and all sorts of people would stop and ask if we needed directions. After a few times of this we were afraid to take out the map in public.

The class was fun, informative, and a nice lunch treat. Afterwards Seattle Art Museum to get out of the rain, a stop in at a wine store for a bottle of red from Washington. I went with Syncline, a 2009 Subduction Red,  from Columbia Valley — only 1,488 cases produced. A review tomorrow.

Back at the hotel. Waiting for my honey to join me here. Some cheese, snap peas, and a glass of wine before dinner.

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I’m Back

Picked up my computer today. Went to Apple with a list and they returned it a few days later saying that they could not duplicate any of my problems. Still have the list. They did give me a new and improved power cord and just in the nick of time because the power went out in the Apple store just as he handed me the cord. No lights, no internet, no service. I left behind a crowd of bewildered Apple users.

But some good did come out of all this. Let’s see — Tuesday I dropped my computer off and went straight to the gym. I’ve been to the gym twice this week. I’m getting things done. Priced shed and bought one. Seriously looking to paint the outside of my house, looking at colors, and called Ronnie to paint. Met Carol for dinner, read a few books, and even vacuumed. I know, your thinking — all this she couldn’t do with a functioning laptop? Sad, but true.

The squirrel is still around. Quiet today, noisy yesterday. Spent a bit of yesterday with my ear to the dining room wall listening to the squirrel. At one point I heard him scurrying in the dining room ceiling. A bit nervous, I ran up to Rachel’s room to see if he was in there but, no, he’s still in the bones of the house. Picked up a third trap from Angelika. She also recommended crackers — Ritz crackers. Maybe Trader Joe crackers aren’t tasty enough. Anyway, when I picked up the trap, she gave me a baggy of Ritz crackers. The traps are set!

Let’s all join hands and send some positive energy to the squirrel. Let’s direct him to the peanut butter. Eyes closed , breathe deep, Ommmm, let him know this is the way out. This is the only way out. It’s a good thing . . . into the trap, pleeeeeaase!!!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day from the girls

Dinner tonight: Sushi and if all goes as planned, Rachel will be joining us.

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