Hey, Karen Binder. Yo, Peter Ryan. All You Can Eat extends a hearty mazel tov to you both. You, Karen, get a pinch on your gorgeous cheeks for keeping the Frenchified homefires burning at your cozy little Madison Park Cafe, celebrating 30 years in business in 2009. (Though, God forbid you should eat a little cassoulet or tarte Tatin and put some meat on your bones):
And blessings on your kop, doll, for offering Seattle a special $30 three-course prix-fixe dinner (in addition to your regular menu) served Tuesdays through Thursdays in the coming year. Sure, it’s a get-in-here-folks come-on. But you (and we) deserve to celebrate the fact that you’re still holding down the fort. (P.S. Bob Peterson was kvelling about your affordable wine list just the other day. And that guy eats everywhere!)
Peter, bubbeleh. I still proclaim your Bagel Oasis the best hole-y rounds around. My thanks to you, too, for sticking it out — through expansion, and reduction. Twenty years in business? Right on! Though I have to say, I’m tired of running all the way to Ravenna for a baker’s dozen.
Cut me a break, already! You can’t talk those folks at the Edmonds QFC into carrying your product? They’ve got a lousy bread selection, and you’re a neighbor. You can deliver or, at the very least, keep some pumpernickel bagels in you car so I can buy them straight from the source when I run into you in the produce section — which is, what? every other week?
Anyway, in the immortal words of my good friend, Tevye, I’m here to salute you both, and to say (sing along, everybody!). . .