I got my first look at Primo Grill’s new paint job today. (Sorry, no photo; a camera is not among the tools of my trade on some assignments.)
The change is not huge, but it’s noticeable. Gone is the mustard yellow that shouted from the dining room walls. It’s been replaced with a metallic copper and mahagony overglaze that mellows the room.
Between slices of proscuitto-fig-goat cheese pizza at my perch at the chef’s counter, I looked the restaurant up and down and thought:
As long as they’ve repainted some walls, I wish they’d clean the grime off the tops of those eggplant-purple ducts above the dining room.
I wonder what cleaning product will restore the luster to those dulling tiles on the wood-fired pizza oven.
Wouldn’t it be nice to replace that well-used stove and grill with something shiny and proper for an open kitchen?
As I left the men’s room, I drifted back to the Seattle scribe who prompted Primo Grill’s new paint job (“Primo Grill is the epitome of ’90s urban-chic decor,” she wrote in November). I wondered what she’d think of the movie poster that adorns the men’s room: Run Lola Run. It’s so 1998.