Man, Seattle actually has dream weather. Not too hot, not nearly as a cold summer in San Francisco. I could see the appeal of living here.
Smee takes us to a kickin’ brunch spot, Delicatus. They’re out of potatoes so we get extra grits. We don’t complain. Sadly on at 1pm on a Sunday they’re out of their brioche/bread pudding French toast. We mourn.
The Mess is a mess of grits, spicy pulled pork, an egg, avo & more. This is my kind of dish. Hearty, filling & the kind of food you can tell is made with love.
Since our French toast concerns were rebuffed, we opted for The Meat. We reckon this is ham? Some thinly sliced meat with grits, honey (!) & the unmistakeable egg. Baby approves.
Being with lil sis is so great. Smee is fun & such a babe. Eggsy adores his aunt & is living life here. Seriously, we could move here.
Something about a place when the people are nice & look after each other. Seattle aloha.
The boy is growing wildly & enjoying days with the ladies. He even tried on a bra (self-imposed).
We had Johnny Rocket’s for dinner when our clam chower wasn’t open.
Frozen apple pie warmed on the grill. Pretty interesting use of science. I’m digging cheese on everything. Too bad later I would throw all this up in a strange twist of upset tummy. It’s like fast forwarding from an epic party I didn’t attend but suffered the consequences. Down with delicious patty melts!
A reminder to take great care of yourself no matter where you are.
