Ray’s Boat House

Lara Croft left today; she probably had another tomb to raid or something. This has left just Jack Bauer, Mister Hanky and I. We took Lara to Ray’s for her birthday. We had built this place up to her so much that it failed to live up to expectations, both heir’s and ours. When Hanky, Bauer and I were first tipped off to this place by tall Ted, we were giddy with the foodie experience. That was high summer though, Ray’s prime season. With eight o’clock sunsets behind the Olympic peninsula and plenty of colorful boating traffic on the canal that was a magical dining experience. We hoped to recapture that experience again last night, but it was not to be. There was no sunset, because it was already dark when we got there and it still being winter in Seattle there was little boat traffic too. The main problem though was the inexplicable slow service. We showed up early by 15 minutes, but they would not seat us until our appointed time, even though there were plenty of empty tables and no one else was waiting. Once seated, it took 45 minutes to be served, even our appetizers. It was three hours at the table by the time we were done, which was too long. Even the food wasn’t as amazing as remembered, maybe we have become foodie snobs?