What can i say about the corson building in seattle? that it was perfect? magical? delicious? all of the above. the building itself was beautiful...perfectly chipped and crumbling. i loved the attention to detail. vintage, chipped platters. salt cellars fashioned out of old highball coasters. mismatched vintage silverware. i'm quite the sucker for all that.
the food was amazing. fresh, local and seasonal. no kidding...the chickens were running around in the side yard. it felt like we were sitting in a friends (a very cool one) dining room...enjoying a winter brunch.
the best part of all? no pretension. not one tiny bit. i think i'm in love.....