Adventures in Kingston, part two

Kingston is one of our most frequent day trip destinations. In the off-season it is simple to get a free two hours of guest moorage. Though we've journeyed there countless times, we typically only visit two of the cafes (Mystic Mountain Coffee and J'aime les Crepes). This time, we planned to be a bit more adventurous. After wandering until the town stopped (did I mention, it is pretty small?), we finally chose to dine at the Grub Hut, a burger place that had been well-Yelped.

What a decadent dinner: cubano and rum shake (T); BBQ bacon burger and pumpkin shake (K).
Crowded, but we managed to slip into a booth just as another party exited. Awesome garlicky sauce on the BBQ burger along with some heavenly bacon. The thick consistency of the pumpkin shake made the deliciousness linger. No wi-fi.

Seeing as it was a bit brisk (low 40s) and it was only 6:30 p.m., we decided to delay our eventual return to RL with a movie. We decided on Saving Mr. Banks, which received rave reviews from my co-workers. The Kingston Firehouse is an intimate venue and appears to be a local institution. One employee to sell tickets and serve refreshments. Swarms of people filled every seat in the house.

There was a strong sense of community evident. The charming elderly couple in line ahead of us was fascinated to learn of our sailing jaunt and recommended that we not miss the Oak Table (which is housed in the same building as the theater) for breakfast the next day. When a woman with a 3 month old baby sat down next to me, several people in the audience offered to "hold that sweet baby if you get tired of it".

The movie itself was as delightful as promised and we both enjoyed it immensely.

We got a late start in the morning and headed to Oak Table for breakfast. We had eaten there once before and were blown away by their enormous Dutch Baby. We dined for days on leftovers. This morning though, looking at the chatting people in the parking lot and the line snaking through the lobby, we just couldn't handle the wait.

Instead we headed to the Borrowed Kitchen Bakery to split a ham and cheese croissant, baked apple fritter and maple bacon scone. After ordering, Trent said we should have gotten a cinnamon roll (we have a quest to taste a cinnamon roll at every bakery within sailing distance in search of the most delicious). The pastries were quite good: chunks of apple and flakes of caramelized goodness in the fritter. The chai was from a powder, but one that is Kristin-approved. Mocha verdict from T: "it's pretty good". No wireless, but someone nearby does have it. Sturdy tables for Bananagrams or Boggle. Closes at 5 on Saturday or 2 on Sunday (which pretty much means the only way we'll be eating there on Sunday is if we spend the night again).  We'll have to return to see how it holds up to the cinnamon roll challenge.

After lingering a bit longer to see if the sun would deign to shine (it didn't) we finally set sail after additional coffee provisions, this time obtained at our old favorite Mystic Mountain. Though the sky was dreary, the trip home was not. The wind was coming from the north as forecast, but was better than forecast at 11-13 for most of the trip home. Flying the asymmetric spinnaker we reached speeds of 8.75 knots. We surfed home until the wind dropped just outside of Shilshole.