Hands down, best hour of the week. Happy Hour.
Unlike in Boston, where Happy Hour is forbidden due to some 1800 rule made by Benjamen Franklin,
Seattle knows how to do Happy Hour. And boy do they do it right.
This was noticed about Seattle during week 1.
Although we quickly became slush snobs at our favorite place Joey's, our appetites have explored places
all around the city.
Tavolata, Umi, Black Bottle and Amber top off as my favorite in Belltown.
These were all fantastic until MegO brought me to Japonessa. Then all those places went out the window.
Seriously.
We waited about 10 minutes for two seats at the bar, wine glasses in hand.
White for me. Red for MegO.
We ate an app of calamari (no convincing needed there). Mouthwatering. Mmmmmm.
We each got rolls. Shrimp tempura roll for me. Seattle roll for Meg0.
And lots and lots of talking between us.
3 glasses of wine and a full belly later we figured it was time we give up our seats.
I'm already planning my next trip there.
Great friend, fantastic conversation and amazing food. Love nights like this.
If I ever tell you I hate sushi again, hit me. I am clearly in a coma.
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