The East Hill Market
We’ve driven by this market a hundred times, at least a hundred times, but when I came back from Seattle, AdventureMan had eaten there, and had a surprise for me.
Muhammara. Fresh, home-made Muhammara, and it tastes just like the real thing. It IS the real thing!
I am thrilled, and eager to visit the East Hill Market for myself.
We go for lunch the next day, and I order the three salad special – and oh my. No, that is not potato salad at the bottom, it is a curried chicken, with pecans and cranberries – oh yummm. I also got the broccoli and the bean salad, again and again, oh yummm!
AdventureMan had a sandwich, but we’ve been back so many times, I’ve forgotten which sandwich this is:
This is where you can see the salads, and . . . the desserts. Watch out. The desserts are irresistable. If you look . . . you lose all resistance.
The East Hill Market is not undiscovered. It teems with life; people eating in, people taking out. The food is all prepared on-site, none of this pre-processed stuff. There soups are delicious. Their salads are tasty. Their rosemary bread is lovely. It is a total WOW.
They also have shelves full of wines, condiments and delicious extras. :-)