Food: Kingfish Cafe

I was so absorbed in the car saga that I almost forgot to mention that we went out to dinner last night with Russ and Morgan, who I really do adore.

They brought us to the Kingfish Cafe, where we had incredible soul food (the pork chop is to die for and has a flavor reminiscent of pork laulau somehow) and the world's most wonderful cake.

They'd talked up the cake before—about how the coconut cream cake is the best thing in the entire world— and we even pre-ordered it to make sure we would have a slice. Sadly, the waitress did not hide our slice of cake from the other servers well enough, and when it came to dessert time, it was gone. True true sadness.

We instead got red velvet cake and german chocolate cake. The red velvet cake was so incredible, words cannot describe how it was heavy with promise but light on my tongue. Or how the frosting melted into the taste of memories past. Or how they have done something amazing to their whipped cream that makes it not of this world. Morgan thinks they may add caramel to it. I think it's a possibility.

The german chocolate cake was good too, but clearly no match for the taste extravaganza that the red velvet was.

Possibly Seattle's best soul food restaurant, but I'm certainly no expert on that particular cuisine. And, since the restaurant is around Capitol Hill, it has the distinction of ironically being Seattle's hippest and possibly most spendy soul food restaurant as well.

And if we keep eating such festively flavored food, I will need twelve new thesauri to adequately chronicle the experience.