The margarita I ordered before dinner one golden evening at Driftwood arrived with an apple slice for a garnish. Where was the wedge of lime? The official fruit of spring break (not to mention adult beverages) got replaced with something I put in my kid’s lunchbox. Nobody said a word.
It’s clear from the menu that this restaurant on Alki Beach embraces local ingredients in a big way. But you could pass an entire meal sitting by the window, taking in Elliott Bay at sunset, and it might never come up that Driftwood pulls off a bar program completely without citrus—because lemons and limes don’t
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