I’ve noticed this place while driving around the old Seattle neighborhood of Georgetown. It’s a house on a residential street that’s been turned into a small cafe. I’ve met for lunch with two former co-workers for about 6 years now. We go to a new place every month or two. I suggested this one as I’ve been wanting see what it’s like and sketch it.
It was getting hot but we had a cool spot on the patio under one of the umbrellas. I liked my sandwich just fine and I think the others liked their lunches, too.
It is very close to the end of the runway for Boeing Field, so there is a lot of airplane noise. That’s typical for this neighborhood. It’s called “the Georgetown pause” when conversation has to stop to allow for the sound of air craft.