I spent the weekend in Seattle which is enough for a whole other post. It was my first weekend away with just a friend, and I promise I will share the details of our culinary adventure soon (lots of TD!). But the best part was the exploring. New food, new streets, new gadgets, new smells, it was all part of the experience.
There was this one restaurant we kept going back to. Bubbly drinks, fantastic courses, silver chandeliers and mirrors above our heads, chefs working hard in front of us. At the end of the meal, they leave a book with the check. You are meant to draw a picture or sign your gratitude. Almost like a prayer of thanks after you finish your food. What a concept.
How often do we thank? How many opportunities go by to express how great something was? To a friend, family member, teacher, barista, chef--who do we compliment and in turn share a bit of ourselves to?
A good restaurant has to do with the food and its people. Something will taste good, yes, but if it's served with enthusiasm or by a cute bartender with a wicked mustache, god is it better.
I spent the weekend eating but I was thankful along the way. I ate and talked and shared. To my friend, the waiter, my city, myself.
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