Usually when I step out of my apartment, I get an unobstructed view of Lake Union and Eastlake. In the summer, I love taking over the strategically placed park bench that offers the clearest view of the lake, where sail boats bob in colorful confusion and the cars on I-5 look like little Matchbox toys.
Today, I stepped out into the great big world to get engulfed in fog. Couldn’t see the lake. Could barely see along the road far enough to avoid getting hit by incoming cars.
You might wonder what had drawn me out of my sweet, warm bed on my day off – thank you, Lincoln! – to make my way through fog-filled streets thick with cold.
It was the promise of something better than cereal to eat for breakfast.
It was the lure of something with more snap than the coffee that my (coffee-maker) Tristan makes with such loyal consistency.
It was Macrina’s Bakery. 
Perched at the top of Queen Anne hill, right on 6th and McGraw, Macrina’s offers a myriad of baked goods: tarts and turnovers, bread and brioche, rolls rich with fruit and bread fresh-made that morning.
Breakfast for me was hot ginger-apple cider and an Italian plum tart. I had to smile when my server made it, as the steam from the ginger made her eyes water (she laughed, too. I am not a monster). The tart, though dusted with powdered sugar, had none of the too-much, too-rich, can’t-finish qualities that you sometimes get
from your local Starbucks pastries. Nuts were nestled throughout the chewy bread; the plum, in happy contrast, had been baked to an almost chocolate-like consistency. Sharp apple, made sassy with ginger, harmonized with the nut and fruit so that every sip was a pleasure.
I am not a morning person, and so it’s hard for me to be around people who are. But as I sit in Macrina’s typing this post, I am surrounded by the light chatter of Macrina’s patrons, occasionally punctuated by laughter or smiles and I don’t feel like Grumpy Bear on steroids. This alone, I feel, should recommend this bakery to you.
On an entirely unrelated note, Dave Matthews Band has power over babies. I baby-sat this weekend and played The Stone on my iPhone. The kid was asleep within minutes!
Also, “dynamitard” isn’t in the Merriam-Webster online dictionary. So THERE.