Opal
Fantastic upscale neighborhood place fucked up and got successful and now is sometimes busy. The suited old dudes at the bar sipping malbec have been there forever and get stored in the closet at night and the Queen Anne yuppies keep to themselves. Delicious food sometimes with clever names. Creative and interesting desserts give plenty of choices to people who are sick of the boilerplate, caramel sauce drenched, flourless-molten-chocolate-cake-creme-brulee-i’m-a-fucking-mouth-breather shit that most place churn out.
Opal’s doing the $30 pre fixe thing right now and their rock star bartender came up with drink pairings for everything on the pre fixe menu. After three-courses of awesome food paired with three great cocktails, you’ll be full, happy and a little drunk. I’ve blown $50 on stupider shit before.
But don’t order coffee. The coffee cups are retarded.