I enjoyed lunch at Rubattino's in Renton a few days ago with some old Boeing friends. The clientele is made up of a bunch of old guys with messy hair and lumberjack shirts, and if you're an infrequent guest at this establishment, you can bet you'll make some nice new friends right away. The waitstaff always takes good care of people and they're always en pointe with their coffee warmups. We met up to celebrate my birthday which was last month, and I received a half-rack of Mickey's Malt Liquor and a bottle of Grey Goose, which should last me about three days. I highly recommend Rubattino's hamburgers. And it's best with a glass of red wine. Don't let the smokers who loiter outside of the restaurant scare you from visiting. They look CRAZY, but they're really sweet, their stories are cool and they don't smell bad. The feeling you get as a patron at these smaller, indy cafes is so unique - and they never greet you by saying, "Hi, welcome, can I start you off with some strawberry lemonade, some onion blooms, a half-rack of ribs, some cheese sticks or a beer?" (All said with no eye contact) Listen, if I wanted all that, I'd tell you. Just give me a Manhattan straight up for now, and we'll be cool, and don't try to upsell me again. But anyway, the historical charm and sweet nature of Rubattino's is really fantastic.
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