We stayed at the Hotel 1000 again. I love this place. This was part of the view from our room:
All of the bathrooms have a two-person tub that fills from the ceiling.
Our first night there, we found ourselves ready for dinner a bit before our reservations, so hung out in the wine bar attached to the hotel lobby.
Reservations, on Amanda's recommendation, were at Entre Nous, a teeny French tapas and fondue restaurant about 12 blocks from our hotel (we walked). There was a prix fixe menu for Valentine's Day, but midway through my entree (the best duck I've ever tried), Amanda texted to insist that we try the green beans. We asked our server if the owner would make an exception, and within 5 minutes they were brought out. They were incredible. I mean, just green beans, but damn they were good. Dessert and wine were included in the price, so we were tipsy and full when we staggered out. We weren't charged for the green beans, so I kicked up the tip quite a bit. I know there are a ton of excellent restaurants in Seattle, but I will definitely visit this place again.
The rest of Valentine's Day, we exchanged presents and ... um, did Valentine's Day stuff. Here is this year's traditional shot of Nicole with chocolates:
Next morning, we headed over to Cyclops and gave it a try. Not sure what we'd about this place last January when we visited (it was closed) to make us so excited, but it fell short of our expectations. The food was decent, but just that: decent. Glad we tried, though.
We went to Archie McPhee again, because it's fucking Archie McPhee, and then visited the Olympic Sculpture Park. And took a bunch of pictures.
Another view of the orange thing ("Eagle," by Alexander Calder) made me wonder if the likeness to a chair was intentional.
Sculpture makes me frisky.
We briefly hit the Pike Place Market, but it was mobbed. The doughnut place had a line about 50 people long, the cheese place was out of curds, etc. Nicole demonstrates our frustration.
We noshed on some killer chowder and then wandered downtown, browsing a toy store, then a shoe store, and then some shopping at the H&M.
That night, we met Amanda for a fantastic dinner at Restaurant Zoë, another of her recommendations, also within strolling distance of the hotel. We were too beat afterward to try to catch a showing of Coraline (all of the previous day's 3-D shows we could find were sold out), so instead, we watched WALL-E at the hotel and made sure the tub worked.
Early the next morning, we were awoken by a repetitive beeping that we couldn't figure out. It seemed to be coming from the privacy shade control in the bathroom, which we thought was ridiculous, because there is no reason it would need to make noise. We called the front desk and they had no clue either, but sent someone up. As soon as we hung up, I discovered that it was the alarm on the retro clock in the bathroom. Neither of us had set it or even known it had an alarm, but the button was positioned so that someone probably set it when picking it up for whatever reason. Chagrined and groggy and pissed, we called the front desk to explain our error, and they offered to comp us breakfast for our ... embarrassment, I guess.
We opted not to, after grabbing a few more hours' sleep and later inspection of the menu, instead heading over to Peso's, where we visited last January. The meal was fantastic, but for some reason Nic didn't feel good afterward. We walked around Seattle Center, but it was cold and crowded. My grandparents were expecting us for a visit, so we drove over and I introduced them to Nicole. They're not in the best of health these days, so most of the conversation centered on that, but they did express the concern that I haven't provided my folks with a grandson yet, and told us to get married and hurry up.
And then we drove home and did laundry. Yay! Awesome Valentine's weekend.