We loafed until we couldn't stand it anymore. We commuted the three doors to Susan's door. She drove to 35th St NW to Brouwer's Cafe.
Brouwer's is a Belgian-themed bar-cafe. They have scores of beers on tap from many nations but with emphasis on Belgian, Dutch and German. The food also specializes in low-country cuisine. They put a lot of money into the architecture and construction of the room. It's beautiful.
I had a Belgian dish of beef stew served atop french fries. Quite good,, and easy to get accustomed to. The Dutch beer went well with it.
On leaving, I stepped aside to take pictures of the statue of Lenin, the only one in the United States. Bryant tells me that it was brought here by an eccentric person who bought it in Europe cheaply because they didn't really want it anymore. This person has died but the family still owns the statue. They're willing to sell it but no buyer has come forward. It's on private land, and the city wants no part of action against it. In the meantime, it fits in rather well in quirky Fremont.
Dolores, given her flower background, enjoyed the place and took many pictures. Susan and I tagged along behind. Of course the gift shop yielded a few things to take home.
We rode then to the Scandinavian Specialties shop on NW 15th Ave. We roamed the place looking at the various Scandinavian things and picking a few. We had coffee and looked in the little alcove we'd missed on the first pass. It's a place worth looking through and eating its nordic goodies.
Susan took us back to the house. Before putting up our feet we gathered clothes and did the laundry. Then we chatted and stroked cats.
Susan started a dinner of chicken and rice with spinach. Bryant walked in as it became ready. We chatted while eating. Bryant offered me a sample of Woodinville Bourbon Whiskey made locally.. It's surprisingly good given the lack of history in making this in Washington state.
We took our leave after dinner to return the long journey of three doors to 806d where we put up our feet and faded.
