I could never be a restaurant reviewer. At least not the kind that goes in, acts all diffident, then slams the place as soon as they get into the car with their laptop. I named this blog quickly and without much thought--In Praise of Leftovers--but more and more, it seems fitting that "praise" would be in there. I really, really like to praise things--people, cafés, elementary schools--so I don't think The Seattle Times will be offering me a job as a restaurant reviewer anytime soon. There are plenty of things that get under my skin (What? Sarah's opinionated?!) but I find it's not that gratifying to pontificate about them.
Café Presse gets the praise today. I've been a regular there since they opened and feel so lucky to live in the city whenever I go. Some praiseworthy things about Presse:
- Magazine rack. How I love magazines. More than life itself sometimes.
- Giant subway clock.
- Croque Monsieur, each bite dipped in lots and lots of Dijon.
- Little orange mustard pots on every table.
- Ceramic pitchers of wine.
- Friendliest of friendly waitstaff, refilling my coffee while I loiter forever in the morning.
- Mussels and frites at night, sitting at the bar with Yancey and looking for people we know.
- Students from neighboring Seattle University--all hipster and smart, making you feel like your real life is about to start.
- Open from 7am to 1 am every day.
- Free wireless.
- Gallons of soft light pouring through the front windows, allowing for a few good photographs.
That's it for today. Now you know where to find me.