4 hour dinner
Feb. 6th, 2009 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prosodicI feel a bit energized by my 4 hour dinner tonight. We didn't eat for all 4 hours. I think we were probably done after the first hour. But we just hung out and talked.
Yeah, so obviously I found a lot in common with my new friend. She picked the perfect restaurant. Since they had tapas, it was very laidback to share a plate. We ordered antipasto (a huge plate of meat, cheese, olives and bread) and roasted beets with gorgonzola. More than enough to make a meal. I had a beautiful glass of German Riesling. Then we shared a bottle of cherry beer from the UK.
I really liked the restaurant. It was very low-key. There were a bunch of small rooms and an upstairs area and they squeezed in tables wherever they could amongst the shelves of international beer and wines (they are a beer and wine shop too, so they sell all that stuff to take home - we each purchased a bottle of pear cider to take home).
They weren't really pushy about sending us on our way like a lot of restaurants tend to be. But after awhile, I was getting the impression that we were overstaying our welcome. We left about half an hour before they closed.
But that's good, I think. It means we found a lot to talk about. We mostly compared notes about living in Germany (she lived in a major city and I lived in a tiny village) and our experience living here in Seattle and coping with the crappy job market. We compared notes on our travels. We've been to a lot of the same places.
I hope we can get together again soon. She traveled further than I did to meet up at The Red House (it is, after all, only 1.5 miles from where I work), so next time, I am perfectly willing to drive to Seattle. I must say though, I really liked this little restaurant and I would love to go there again.
Yeah, so obviously I found a lot in common with my new friend. She picked the perfect restaurant. Since they had tapas, it was very laidback to share a plate. We ordered antipasto (a huge plate of meat, cheese, olives and bread) and roasted beets with gorgonzola. More than enough to make a meal. I had a beautiful glass of German Riesling. Then we shared a bottle of cherry beer from the UK.
I really liked the restaurant. It was very low-key. There were a bunch of small rooms and an upstairs area and they squeezed in tables wherever they could amongst the shelves of international beer and wines (they are a beer and wine shop too, so they sell all that stuff to take home - we each purchased a bottle of pear cider to take home).
They weren't really pushy about sending us on our way like a lot of restaurants tend to be. But after awhile, I was getting the impression that we were overstaying our welcome. We left about half an hour before they closed.
But that's good, I think. It means we found a lot to talk about. We mostly compared notes about living in Germany (she lived in a major city and I lived in a tiny village) and our experience living here in Seattle and coping with the crappy job market. We compared notes on our travels. We've been to a lot of the same places.
I hope we can get together again soon. She traveled further than I did to meet up at The Red House (it is, after all, only 1.5 miles from where I work), so next time, I am perfectly willing to drive to Seattle. I must say though, I really liked this little restaurant and I would love to go there again.