This is a post I started like six months ago. Thought it shouldn’t go to waste, though it is not much.
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The mixologist and I went to place I found on a blog called something like “Hipster Food Photos” – seriously, who names their blog that.
The place as fantastic. The food was great. There was real art on the walls. It was pretty hipster. It’s the Arabic Lounge on Capitol Hill.
i drove around Ballard for about a half hour running errands – until my headache over took my ability to drive. so i stopped into this lovely little tiny coffee shop:
the lovely lady behind the counter struck up a conversation by asking my why i needed to be so caffeinated – my response was simply, “i have a horrible headache.”
we started chatting about what i was up to – why i moved here – what my boyfriend was doing – what i left behind. she was utterly encouraging – saying “your boyfriend is working at one of the best restaurants in the city” and “if you want a job, i’m sure the owner would love you” and “whatever you do in Seattle, i’m sure you will be successful.”
i don’t know if she was crazy, or wanted a big tip – but i will accept any little bit of positive feedback. that headache was getting me down.
culinary mercenary 