My friend dared me to order the spiciest pickle on the menu, and I really should have said no. I did not say no. Within seconds my eyes were watering, and the waitress just smiled like she had seen it a hundred times before. Turns out, she had.
This tiny spot in Washington takes pickles more seriously than I ever thought possible, and somehow it works. I only stopped here because my GPS rerouted me around construction, but I am convinced it was fate.
Every dish on the menu found some clever way to sneak pickles in, and none of it felt gimmicky. Washington hides some strange little gems like this, restaurants built entirely around one bold idea…