I spent all day in the city for a Washington Young Farmers organizers planning meeting, potluck, and then general meeting. Both meetings were great and I left feeling really energetic and good about the next year. Which was good, because G. and I had also arranged to meet downtown afterwards to plan the agenda for our own farm retreat, so I’m glad the WAYFC meetings didn’t wipe me out.
Anyway G. and I had a good meeting too, and we identified a bunch of questions we need to answer to determine how to move forward. Then we felt awesome, and also hungry, so we wandered around downtown and checked in on a few of the places we like before settling on my favorite, Le Pichet. Le Pichet always makes me happy, even when it’s totally packed and loud and insane. I love it there.
We shared a half-dozen oysters — we are still learning about oysters, and the nice server at Le Pichet said these ones (Deer Bay?) weren’t too big. They were served on a bed of rock salt (omg, I stole a couple of chunks to eat later) with mignonette and a sausage. I also had grilled Spanish sardines, which I absolutely LOVE, served on a salad of green apple, fennel, and walnuts, with a tomato-fennel sauce on the plate; and a potato-and-salt-cod-with-ham-and-cream-sauce thing that was served in a gorgeously-seasoned tiny cast iron pan. G. had a green salad with hazelnuts, of which I stole several bites, and a steak with spinach in parmesan cream sauce and teeny-tiny french fries.
I freaking adore Le Pichet. I am considering giving it all up to rent a super cheap-ass apartment in Seattle and using the money I’m not spending on the mortgage to just eat at Le Pichet every day.