We ate dinner at Icon Grill, which I first read about in one of those Best of Comfort Food in Seattle stories in a magazine that's still sitting on my floor. Jeremy and I shared a bottle of 2002 Snoqualmie Vineyards Sangiovese that we really liked and then I had the Molasses Glazed Meatloaf. A direct menu quote:
An individual loaf of house cured ground beef, wrapped in apple-wood smoked bacon and baked with molasses glaze. Served with sweet corn cilantro mashed potatoes and blackstrap gravy.
Yes, I enjoyed it. I believe Jer had a steak but I can't recall which one; I was too focused on cleaning my plate. For dessert we shared a HUGE hot fudge sundae. Our server set down the plate, dumped a cone of hot fudge across everything and then offered us toppings -- fresh strawberries, toasted nuts, M&Ms, and whipped cream. Mmmm.
After dinner, I somewhat hobbled to the Paramount Theatre. I decided early on that the key to surviving high heels is to look like you know what you're doing. I totally think I accomplished that.
Our seats weren't terribly far back, row P, but they were more central than I like. There was much head bobbing and trying to see around people all evening. The show however, was FANTASTIC. I spent the night with a big stupid grin on my face.
I've heard the soundtrack a few times -- my introduction to the musical was a YouTube video featuring Warcraft characters dancing to the song "The Internet is for Porn." The audio is kinda NSFW but the video is safe. Oh hey, here it is:
I feel a little weird about typing "warcraft internet porn" in the YouTube search box, but I did it for you. For you!
Anyway, the show was a lot of fun. The integration of puppets was well done, the set was cool but didn't take away from the action, and the actors were highly skilled. Just don't sit behind a series of people with huge heads, that's all I'm saying.
My new lens arrived yesterday. I didn't think it was possible to love an inanimate object so fiercely. By love I mean, worship and not desire. Get your minds out of the gutter, people.
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