By this point I've become a pretty solid omlette connoisseur. After my friend Clairine picked me up at the airport (special thanks to Stephen who got up at 4:45 to make sure I made it to the airport on time...) we went to this completely fantastic little cafe for brunch. It was called Portage Bay Cafe, it's entirely organic, and it's catch phrase is, "Eat like you give a damn." Ok, done. I'm in love. Just in case that wasn't enough, I'm pretty sure that the Greek omlette I ordered, pictured blurrily above, was the most fantastic omlette I've ever had in my life. True and utter bliss. Well, the coffee could have been a little better...
Of course, less than stellar breakfast coffee was quickly remedied by a slightly touristy trip to the original Starbucks for the requisite holiday beverages and then a stroll through Pike's Place. I had my eye out for some new jewelry and was quite well satisfied with my findings. Plus, who doesn't want to hold nice hot Starbucks on a cold day and watch people throw frozen fish at each other? Welcome to Seattle.
And then of course there was more shopping. I fell in love with the streets of Seattle. They felt just like Christmas. Too bad LA doesn't have seasons...
Lust-worthy shoes spotted at All-Saints. Gorgeous store - just opened two weeks ago. WANT.
Very dorky GossipGirl Twitter post...
Ok, this weird, dark pic needs some explaining. Clairine had promised a professor she'd stop by his gig Saturday night. This promise resulted in a nighttime adventure out into the middle of nowhere, past several abandoned warehouses to a community center full of people at least 30 years older than us. Maybe that doesn't sound like a great time, but the second the band started playing everyone hit the dance floor and the rural fun was surprisingly infectious (that or I can't EVER resist dancing) and before I knew it I had been plucked up by some bachelor, dropped all pride and inhibitions, and was being tossed around the floor in hands down the best swing dance experience of my life. Wearing my LCS slip of course.
After giving the little community enough to talk about for weeks, we disappeared for dinner at a perfect little Italian restaurant, Serafina.
This was screencaptured off of their website. We sat at this table, but picture it at night and all lit up with twinkle lights. Plus a live band, a fantastic staff (my mojito was excellent thank you very much), great ambiance, and an adjoining, equally cozy bar complete with the deceptively cute, blonde, tattooed bartender. And to top that, the food was excellent. I ordered the ravioli (divine) and Clairine and I split some ridiculously sinful concoction consisting of cream puffs sliced in half and filled with gelato. So. Good.
The rest of the night we spent blasting music and driving around causing trouble. Wonderful wonderful Seattle Day 1.
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