Food to boot

If I could re-locate my exact life, including job - family - friends to anyplace, I think I'd pick Bellevue, Washington. Too bad I may never come back here as the town of Forks has recently placed a restraining order on me that has since been updated to the entire state of Washington. That, and the fact that Washington is no longer my territory for work. Please enjoy my dining experiences in the greater Seattle area.This is where we ate lunch, a place called Daniels, it is on the 21st floor of the Hyatt. Incredible view. The Restaurant has a bar in it, and the bartender asked me how old he was. I thought he was joking, so I blew him off. Asked again, wasn't joking, I felt trapped in my age. But, in my defense, you would to if you had been "changed" at 22 and would never age again.This picture was of last nights dinner, and brings up a myriad of thoughts. #1- If you haven't ordered the Tamale Cakes at Cheesecake Factory, stop reading my page turner of a blog and go get one. They are incredible, and I would donate a kidney and or part of my liver for one. (I am however thankful they only accept cash as opposed to organs) #2- My head looks photo-shopped. #3- it will forever remind me of the most ock (that means awkward) dining experience....

Our waitress...while she seemed very delightful, probably thought we were complete bafoons, rightfully so. We ordered a salad, that Caitlyn hated- I didn't particularly enjoy it either. I try to stay away from whole, fresh and green leafy foods. Anyway- ordered it, ate approximately 6 bites- waitress came back to the table to check in. "How's the salad?" Caitlyn retorts- "We hate it" I sit there- saying nothing. Caitlyn then orders some other sick salad- while I ate the bread, all of it, even the napkin and the basket. (which yes explains the fact that I out weigh her by about 20 lbs) Dinner continues....delightful....white chocolate cheesecake....and then comes the bill. Not thinking that our waitress was around- I go off on how I think tipping is stupid...on and on about how tips aren't gratuity any more, just expected. As I'm saying this, our waitress walks up. I of course, because I'm vain, assume she is listening to my every word, and say...."but don't worry, I gave you a good one." She just stared, maybe she thought I was Rosalie. Random- but after we got back to the Hote...(hotel) there was a giant party at the pool, fully loaded with a band playing cover songs. Also random, this is an indoor pool. We stopped long enough to grab a pic - so I could put it on my blog to make it look like I was a cool kid. This has nothing to do with food, other than we stopped here after dinner at the Olive Garden- and the fact that I was incredibly full when this was taken.