“Estelle has the look: a dim, French-kissed jazz bar where the lights are low, the cocktails whisper Paris, and the promise of a perfect night hangs in the air. When the kitchen hits, it’s sublime—the kind of meal that makes you swear you’ve found the best table in Whatcom County.
But consistency kills the romance. One visit it’s magic; the next the bread’s dry, the meat soggy, the service indifferent. At the prices they charge, that roulette gets old fast.
Go when you’re feeling lucky and want a little Parisian smoke with your gamble. Just know the house doesn’t always win—and neither will you.“
“Estelle has the look: a dim, French-kissed jazz bar where the lights are low, the cocktails whisper Paris, and the promise of a perfect night hangs in the air. When the kitchen hits, it’s sublime—the kind of meal that makes you swear you’ve found the best table in Whatcom County.
But consistency kills the romance. One visit it’s magic; the next the bread’s dry, the meat soggy, the service indifferent. At the prices they charge, that roulette gets old fast.
Go when you’re feeling lucky and want a little Parisian smoke with your gamble. Just know the house doesn’t always win—and neither will you.“