Layla and I went to Pasta Freska on Friday for a friend's birthday dinner. The most striking thing about it is that there is no menu. The chef comes to your table, talks about what you absolutely will not eat, and decides what he will make for you. What followed were a series of curious but delicious courses from eggplant, salad, spaghetti, stuffed chicken, and halibut. The chef came over to sing happy birthday to our friend Matt and told him to blow out the candle. Right as he began to blow, the chef mischievously covered Matt's mouth with his hand. Imagine, if you will, a Greek Tom Selleck look-alike clamping your mouth.
As we pulled into Renton to take our friends home we saw a street fight in the middle of the street by Fred Meyer. All I saw was a big Asian guy in business attire sparing with a younger guy in gansta attire and someone's white SUV several feet away with the doors wide open. I kinda ducked as we drove by hoping no one was packing heat (luckily it was just fisticuffs). You gotta love this place.