Now, Seattle is not a big city. But this is getting pretty weird.
- After having been there a handful of times over three months, the bartender has already starting comping me drinks and remembers what I like.
- One of the other regular patrons lives in my building, and I've since run into her around the building a couple times. The bartender introduced us, because he knew we both live here.
- One of the chefs at work mentioned seeing me there one weekend. I don't remember seeing him there, but in later conversations, I think he might be the piano player. Yes, there's a piano and female singer some nights.
- My across the hall neighbor, who was a manager at the last restaurant in the same location, is now working there.
- Today when I came home from work, there was a flyer/coupon wedged into my doorjamb. They were not present in anyone else's doorjambs.
I still like it there. It combines the convenience and affordability of the 5 Point with the upscaleness and regularity that I used to have at the Bookstore. The series of coincidences is a bit startling, but I think I can get past it. The food is upscale but still recognizable, and they've decided to compete in the late-night upscale market, doing food until 3AM on weekends.