Oh man. Last night when I walked into our loft, there where no words to describe the balmy fishy smell that was lingering in the air…and then Mark…standing, staring at me wondering what I was going to say, pretty priceless :0) I was actually preparing myself for the worse when I was coming up the elevator because I had already detected a hint of fish in the garage (later I found out that Mark had taken out the trash a couple minutes prior). SO- we opened up the windows and headed for Marcela’s Creole Cookery on James between 1st & 2nd in Pioneer Square. It was actually our first time and I have to say that I have been thinking about their Famous New…
