There’s no such thing as a perfect meal. No sunshiny afternoons strolling along red bricks sidewalks, seeing the glitter of the Puget Sound peeking through the buildings, laughing at nothing and everything, and enjoying yourself – completely, immensely. Drinks that are fizzy and delicious, polenta flatbread that tastes like nothing you’ve ever tasted, and chips and dips that are the perfect blend of salty and creamy.
Likewise, there is no such thing as a perfect Friday evening by the lake – tasting blood orange gelato that transports you to another place, far far away from the rainy, wet Pacific Northwest.
Having the time to sit on the deck, watch the sun set, and read the NY Times, all while eating blueberries just harvested – that’s impossible, right?