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.
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4 comments:
awesome fight-- gotta watch for some places down south
That was some awesome food! I loved when we asked what it was the response would be "surprise number 1 or Surprise number 3"...
Wow... that sounds really cool. I think my weirdest eating experience is when me and dad were in NY, and we went to this little hole in the wall Italian place where the chef kissed us both on the cheek. Unfortunately, there weren't any street fights on the dessert menu.
Maybe we'll try Pasta Freska next time we're up visiting Jen's folks. I think we'll try to skip the street fights, though. Happy Valley is named that for a couple reasons, I guess.
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