Peyrassol Cafe Friday, night rush.
I live in a building with a restaurant on the first floor. A pretty darn good one by the way. Tonight, I was down there waiting for Eric to arrive home from work.
In LA, when it rains, most eating establishments languish: Los Angeleans are fearful of driving in the rain. Not here. Every table was taken, with a few people waiting. And this is in a remote part of the Greater Seattle Area (I use that term loosely). It’s that good.
Check it out: Peyrassol Cafe, Renton.