This post has nothing whatsoever to do with the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I’m one of about 6 people in my age group who’s never seen that film, mostly because this farm girl’s usually asleep at midnight. (How come theaters never have matinee showings of this movie?)
Today we went to a bank in our old neighborhood of Wedgwood to start the mortgage application for our condo. I describe this process as having a simultaneous root canal and colonoscopy without benefit of sedation. Fortunately, the loan officer we’re dealing with is gentle with us. After the application, we walked to the other end of the strip mall and had dinner at the Wedgwood Broiler. We’d been there several times over the years. Our former landlord recommended this place when we first moved to Seattle. This place is stuck in a serious time warp. The decor screams old school: Wood paneling with slatted room dividers, upholstered booths, and perforated brass heat lamps over the kitchen counter. It’s easy to see old boys working on a steak here with a Manhattan…or two…or six…
The menu is also firmly settled in 1965, when the restaurant first opened. Since when do chichi bistros offer liver and onions? The Broiler also serves burgers, steak, and fish. The alcohol menu is more current, as it serves several permutations of Moscow Mules. Julian ordered the London Broil, while I had the lasagna. No alcohol. The meals were fairly straightforward mid-America. No arugula or kale in sight.
One pleasant surprise: The check for the two of us was under $30. I’ll take this kind of time warp.
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