a) "Un" is French for one.
b) This isn't a two part post, it's going to be a two part honeymoon.
So now that we've got that out of the way, I can tell you all about our adventures in Bellevue.
For you non-Washitonions, Bellevue is basically a suburb of Seattle, although it's a pretty cute little city in it's own right. We stayed in the Courtyard Marriott there, a super nice hotel that we got a CRAZY good deal on because Joe's dad works for Marriott. It was very fancy; right in the middle of the city, five or six floors, a full menu of room service.
Sunday morning (ok, noon), we went out for brunch. We asked the girls at the front desk for a recommendation, and they suggested a little place called The Pancake Corral. It was meant to be, because look what was on the menu!
I think the best part is that it's "for the undecided," because Joe was like, "Hmmm, I'm torn between the assortment and the french toast." Irony. In then end he went with the Joe Adams because, well, he's Joe Adams, and it would have been just plain wrong not to take advantage of that.
Our meal provided an excellent opportunity for a comparison of our eating habits . . . and by habits, I mean amounts. I got the Child's Plate. Three silver dollar pancakes, a strip of bacon and an egg (which I didn't even touch). I also got a hot chocolate. See?
Joe got the Joe Adams Assortment - a big ol' potato pancake, three silver dollar buttermilk pancakes, two silver dollar buckwheat pancakes and a strawberry crepe. Oh yeah, and he also added scrambled eggs, three sausage links, orange juice AND hot chocolate. A picture for comparison:
The man is going to eat me out of house and home. Good thing he's so handsome.
My favorite part of the honeymoon was when the room service guy called me Mrs. Adams. I kept right on talking, the screeched to a halt and said, "Did you just call me Mrs. Adams?" You should have seen the look on his face! It very clearly said, "Oh crap, I just stepped in it." His mouth said something like, "I, uh, yeah . . . I'm . . . aren't you . . ." I called back to Joe, "Honey! He just called me Mrs. Adams!" Then I looked back at the guy, saw the "I'm gonna get fired" look on his face, and took pity on him and explained that we'd just gotten married and he was the first person to call me that. I'm not sure I've ever seen someone look so relieved.
It was a great mini-honeymoon, although it was far too short. I'm so excited for our Colorado trip in July. Coming back to work was a hard pill to swallow, but this made it a little easier.
Check me out. I'm Mrs. Adams! Wild.
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