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Satori Group & Soul Food

I can't imagine a better way to spend a Saturday night.
Eric and I drove up to Capital Hill in Seattle this evening to take in some Soul Food and a Play. I had bought tickets on Thursday to support my co-worker Alex and go see this play his theater company THE SATORI GROUP was putting on.
I asked Alex a lot about the area around The Little Theater where the play was, to see if it was somewhere Eric and I could grab a bite to eat before the play.
He recommended King Fish Cafe for some Soul Food.
Eric has been wanting to eat Soul Food for as long as I've known him, and so I knew it would be the perfect appetizer for the play.
We were immediately seated and within 15 minutes of being there, it was standing room only people were waiting for tables. We walked in at just the right time. We ordered Fried Green Tomato's and hush puppies for an appetizer, I don't really like tomato's but I ate my fair share of the appetizer, they were delicious. Then Eric ordered a seafood jibba with grits and I got some buttermilk fried chicken with collared greens and mashed tatoes.
We were full to the brim but when the waitress offered a piece of red velvet cake for desert, I simply couldn't turn it down! We will be going back, soon!
Then, just two doors down, we got checked into the play and walked next door for coffee. Mindy and Phil joined us and we chatted. The play began seating so we went inside and were seated by Lindsay (Alex's girlfriend) who was in full character. The theater couldn't have had more than 70 chairs in the entire place. It was very cozy, which made for a very personal show.
The ticket to the play was also the program and the "Accept" "Deny" cards shown below.
It was my first fringe theater play, and Eric and I can't say enough good words about the play or The Satori Group.
We CAN NOT WAIT, to see the next one. They are a phenomenal group of actors and they have such a passion for what they do! I would highly recommend going to their next production. I seriously can't give them enough good press!
Accept or Deny the Artifact... Artifacts of Consequence... ACCEPT.
abby

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