Glorious evening. Rainier melting in the southern sky like a gorgonzola ice-cream cone. Across the water, the jagged outline of Olympic teeth. Sails luff, ferries glide.
We're on the patio at the foot of Pier 70, celebrating Cornichon's birthday with a feast at Waterfront Seafood Grill: mussels, calamari, crab salad, swordfish, crab-filled vol-au-vent, gumbo, lobster mashed potatoes. A couple of terrific French wines (Sancerre and Chambolle-Musigny). Couldn't be better.
Yes, it was good. The gumbo was good at lunch yesterday, too. Still wondering what the staff there thought of our motley crew, though ;-)
Motley? I thought we were by far the best dressed, best-behaved, most sophisticated party on the patio ...