For the only nice day of the weekend, yesterday Miss Significantly Other and me traversed down to the Columbia City neighborhood. The core of Columbia City is only a coupla-three blocks on either side of Ranier Avenue but the neighborhood is in the early stages of rebirth and has some good restaurants.

It's too bad we weren't that hungry to start with and then had coffee that knocked off all the edges to our hunger. Columbia City boasts not one but two barbecue joints. Just looking at the menus taped to the inside of the front windows made my mouth water even though my stomach was like, "No way, dood!"

We'll be back!

From Columbia City we snuck over to West Seattle. I say snuck because I'm never able to figure out how Miss S.O. gets to where she wants to be from where she is. I know I could never replicate her navigation.

Anywho, on California Avenue, we had a small bump and grind with a proverbial little old lady driving a rare-bird red Chrysler TC. She tried to move from the right lane into the left and didn't see us there.

She got her door and rear quarter scraped up. The Chariot of the Goddess got its lower pass-side fender scraped along with some damage to the wheel (click above pic for the gruesome details).

The poor woman forgot that it was Saturday and led us to her insurance company's office only to find that it was closed. She said she was upset over having to attend a funeral and "shouldn't even be driving".

No one was mad. It was only a love-tap. But you know what it will be like when the insurance companies get ahold of it. (sigh)

I'm just glad she wasn't going fast enough to really do damage to her car. The TC is a late-80's/early-90's Chysler/Maserati bastard child and body parts - along with all other parts - for it are a bitch to find.

We grabbed lunch at the Charleston Street Cafe whose clam chowder has beaten East Coast versions in numerous competitions. I had tuna salad on 9-grain bread and the chowder and Miss S.O. had the club with chowder. I was surprised at how good the food was.

We ended the day on a sour note when I believe Miss S.O.'s motherboard burned out. We'll find out today after a trip to the computer parts store.