Dimitri Kaplaneris is a wonderful car salesman at Dewey Griffin here in Bellingham. He has been very patiently helping me sort through Subarus. He is originally from Athens and has a favorite restaurant in Bellingham: Mykonos Greek Restaurant. He should know good Greek food, no? I trust his opinion. I’m going for taste test.
Who should I take with me? If I tell you when I’m going to be there, will you join me?
1650 West Bakerview Rd
360-715-3071
I met Mary at Bloedel Donovan Park today. The kids were playing up a storm, so I struck up a conversation. Of course I asked her what her favorite restaurant in Bellingham was. She said (with a big smile) it was her mother’s kitchen. Hurray – a kindred soul! She said they owned the Torre Caffe on Commercial Street (across from the Mount Baker Theatre). Lo and behold she’s part of a restaurant family. My lucky day!!
It’s a Northern Italian caffe (authentic as in Italians from Genoa, Liguria, Italy own and serve). I asked how it smells when you first walk in (an important factor for my culinary experience). She said it smelled like Italian espresso. YES! She asked if I knew what a cannoli was. Do I know?! I asked her if they had rainbow cookies…sadly not, but we were on the same food page at this point.
Guess where my next food stop is going to be? See you there, Mary!
119 North Commercial St #130
734-0029
Such a pretty name. Such delicious pastries. La Vie En Rose was so quiet and cozy. I sat at the window this morning and it was in direct contrast to the busy Holly Street view.
I ate a chocolate croissant and a macaroon; paired them with a pot of rooibos tea. I’d found calm indulgent seclusion.
Those who know him can find my partner at Starbuck’s. Well, you’ll find me at La Vie En Rose…
Mr Potato Head‘s sunglasses earned a free mini cupcake for 5 year old. Liz Kovacs of Icing On the Cake was enthralled with my daughter’s sunglasses today at the Bellingham Farmer’s Market. She was reminded of her own daughter wearing the same sunglasses from her Mr. Potato Head set of accessories. Go figure!
She’s first generation German (her last name is Hungarian, so I asked) and her husband is first generation Hungarian. These things are important in the immigrant community. First gens are immigrants in disguise. We become ‘Americanized’, but in reality I have a foot in America and a foot in Hungary.
She said her husband was a great cook. I asked her if her husband made her palacsinta. No? Well, he is now.
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