We happened upon the 35th Street Bistro several years ago during our first visit to the Fremont Street Fair in a desperate attempt to escape the increasing afternoon heat and throngs of looky-lous cheering-on the naked bikers in the Solstice Parade. (Ah yes, even when you’ve heard they’re coming, you’re never truly prepared.) Relief came immediately in the form of a shaded bistro, a quiet table, a slight breeze and a glass of pinot noir. Although the dining room was mostly empty, I could feel an inevitable post-parade sneak attack; but after a few sips of wine and deep breaths, my aggravation transformed into relaxation. Now, every time I walk by, I get the same feeling of deliverance.
Trout stuffed with orange, fennel & hazelnuts
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