Author: Rachel

Special Delivery, on my way to work today.

I took this two days ago, but wasn’t that sunshine fab today? Still applicable. I sure love this one of the warmest Januaries on record.

Tonight we went with our friends A&B and Mary Ann to Tamarind Tree‘s 7 Courses of Beef. Afterward, A&B came over, with motomotoyama and Ms. N for Mr. T’s apple pie. Finally, a dessert didn’t go to waste in our house.

OH. AND THE SAINTS MADE IT TO THE SUPERBOWL.

While I was off trying on a dress with sprizee, Celeste, motomotoyama, & Ms. N as my panel, Mr. T made a Bourbon Apple Pie. At publishing time, we are still waiting for it to cool. But I’ve been snacking away on the extra apples while I wait. The excitement’s mounting.

We went with friends to a traditional Robbie Burns Night downtown. For dinner the amuse was haggis. I took this top picture shortly after that was served. Note Karen & C’s skepticism. I believe Karen outsourced her haggis two places down. Later, there would be barley soup and tenderloin with garlic roasted potatoes and Cab Sauv from Australia and then ladyfingers and chocolate with the best cream ever. Or, if you’re feeling poetic: Feather & Shrub Porridge, Tenderest Loin, Neeps & Tatties with Poetic Essence, Blood from the Heartiest of the Vine, and a Caledonian Cream & Citrus Martini.

For Burns Night entertainment, there was the Selkirk Grace, the spoken word of Robert Burns’ My Love is Like a Red Red Rose, a Toast to the Lads, and the requisite shoutout for the Lassies. They wrapped it up with Auld Lang Syne. In between, there was a bagpipe entrance, a scottish band, and a music and dance performance by the lovely Gothard Sisters trio, pictured here:

Afterward, Mr. T & I walked over to the Zig Zag on the Pike Street Hillclimb, an establishment I hadn’t visited in years. I had the Fancy Drink (I was lured in by Meyer Lemon Dry Soda) while he had something along the lines of a Manhattan. The drinks list was so extensive, it would take weeks to work your way through the good ones. Our refreshments were delicious.

The Friday night atmosphere was bustling but never overcrowded. Service was at a perfect pitch while we wound down from the evening on velvet banquettes. I should head back sooner than 7 years, next time.

Address to the Zig Zag, on the other end of the spoon:

Note: I didn’t take this picture, sprizee did. She went with me to check out a dress shop today. So there was this one dress that wouldn’t need to be hemmed or altered in any other way, if I could handle the 4 inch heels. I actually could, but I bet I’ll spring for a hem. I believe she caught me estimating the height here wrapped in a cap sleeve idea I was just checking out for warmth. (Didn’t match the dress or anything.)

I’m not on point: I found a fantastic bridal shop in Seattle today, thanks to sprizee pointing out a PhinneyWood blog entry. It’s called Blue Sky Bridal. I’m half-afraid to share it, in fear someone will get to a dress I’d love before I do.

Of the dozen shops I’ve visited in a week, this is my favorite. The dresses are lovely & amazing. I’m going to send all my engaged friends there. After I buy my dress.

As seen on an errand in the sunshine today on the top of Queen Anne hill.

As it turns out, my memory card’s full of pictures of me in dresses over the last week. I’m tryin’ to go through and pull out the non-dress ones but there may be a few days here and there that I’ll have to share much later…

In the meantime, I’m becoming quite the expert in Seattle’s Wedding Dress selection.

On my way to a meeting on the Eastside I got caught waiting at the Fremont Bridge with these dudes.

A few weeks ago, I was doing my Wednesday thing, walking to Marination Mobile when I came across a German tourist leafing through a Lonely Planet Guide. I asked her if I could help (travel karma!) and she muttered, “Somesing special over zere?” Turns out she was looking for this Waiting for the Interurban, 2 blocks away. I also pointed her in the direction of the Rocket and the farther-away Troll, but I still wonder if she made it to the first point of interest.

Mr. T’s mom threw a belated surprise party for Mr. T’s dad at the Curling Club. We had great conversations with the multitudes of family members and someone brought these pretzels wrapped in cheese and bacon that I could. not. stop. eating. Our family members did well on the ice — we watched the first several skirmishes before heading home but didn’t finish the match. I wasn’t in the peppiest of moods.

On the way to the party, my mom had called to tell me that her close friend had died that day. Her friend was the mother of my childhood best friend Ginger, and someone I’ve known since I was born. I knew things were going very poorly the whole week before, but I was shocked. I have been having a hard time with it.

I’m grateful I got a message to her before she was gone.

The dress shopping, that is. After an aborted attempt where I ran to shops and department stores all over town and discovered most don’t have white dresses in stock as a matter of course, I started booking appointments. Tonight after work was the first available. I narrowed it down to 3 in the shop with 2 very strong contenders of a style I would have never ever ever picked before.

Hoping to recruit a someone to head back with me soon, as it’s all frowned upon to take pictures of the dresses.

I signed paperwork that I wouldn’t.

I’ve long been an avid Road Food Fan so I’ve looked forward to seeing Jane and Michael Stern in Seattle for months. They’ve directed me towards the less PR-championed gems, even as recently as Thanksgiving. These food writers are my kind of people — much more about the deliciousness & community than foodie snobbery. They’re fun.

Mr. T had his first soccer game of his season, so Traca came along. The Sterns bantered for an hour, followed by a half-hour of Q&A. I preferred tonight’s Q&A format to all other Seattle lectures I’ve seen here or at Town Hall. I credit that to the moderator sifting through questions instead of an open mike setup.

The Sterns spoke of their beginnings and told dozens of anecdotes. They didn’t finish their thoughts on improving your Road Food Radar before becoming distracted by other tales, but I suspect it’s all laid out in their books or on their Road Food site.

I’d love to go to their Road Food Festival at the end of March…

This month, book club discussed Tracy Morgan’s new autobiography. I listened all via audiobook with the author narrating. It’s a quick one – I listened to it entirely in one long evening. Tonight, we discussed it.

A&B are back from Greece & visiting Seattle for the month. We met up with them at the Arboretum where B was holding a portrait day (he’s a fantastic photographer — see his link at BH Neely to the right). We followed that with anEzell’s Fried Chicken pickup and lunch at a nearby park. The closed concessions still had banners flying. I’m skeptical of these Healthy Options.

With work reconvening this week, I’m woefully behind in updates. I haven’t even told you about last week’s DimSumCouver 3 with the Gastrognome and new supporting characters Rocky, Cameo & Frank. Those epic days sure get short shrift. I’ll link back when I can. Anyhow.

Frank turned 30 and so tonight, we joined in with dozens of his friends to celebrate with a 50-lb Kau Kau pork roast.

Tonight was an epic evening at Kappo for omakase. They’re moving from Fremont, and I wanted to visit them before they left. Six of us sat at the bar for a remarkable dinner by the personable & friendly Taichi.

The Master, Taichi
Our menu:
A salad of mizuna greens & geoduck
Two kinds of oysters: Totten Virginica & …either Shigoku or Olympia
Miso soup with mustard, taro, and a chewy piece of rice dough – the dough symbolized longevity and this dish is only served in Japan during the 1st week of the year
Scallops and geoduck sauteed with 2 kinds of mushroom & mustard greens – pictured here.
A dish with turnips, shaved woodear mushrooms, lingcod and snowcrab with uni & wasabi on top
Sushi: sockeye, tuna, yellowfish, sea bream with yuzu & chili paste (my favorite), rockfish, and more I didn’t write down
Dessert: chestnut panna cotta with honey rum syrup
My favorites: the yellowfish nigiri, the sea bream nigiri, the miso and the dessert.
Maggi has pictures here. Kairu has her pictures here.

This restaurant really got into the spirit over the holidays. I must have passed it a dozen times in the last two weeks. As you’re driving down Roosevelt, the brightness is so mesmerizing that I decided I needed to pull over tonight before they take down their decor. This is only about half of the building. I’d say it’s distracting, but — well — the sun’s making a pitiful appearance lately.

P.S. They serve a delicious neverending cup of chai here.

I walked in the door tonight — soon after pondering how lucky I feel we live in a time where the Internet can collapse distances between friends thousands of miles away — to see Mr. T was setting up the Hulu.com to go with the Netflix stream to the TV.

Man. I love 2010, too.

We had brunch at J&L’s today. We took The Baron over to hang out with Max the Puppy. Spotted this Cheetah truck on the streets. Joke about Tiger Woods changing his first name redacted. You’re welcome.

For the last 3 years, we wake up to streamers in our chandelier on January 1.

A few years ago, moto’s mom told me never clean on New Year’s Day — it’s bad luck, for how you spend the first day is how you spend the year. So we don’t clean on NYD. That’s for January 2. Except I really didn’t want to take the streamers down just yet. So I didn’t.

Happy New Year! I’ve spent most of today wondering where my phone is resting.

We had friends over last night. This is what happens when you realize you’re running out of party cups and ask everyone to write their name on their glass.