Dinner at the Willows Inn began with cocktails on the veranda and the theater of blue sky and late-afternoon sun reflecting off the Rosario Strait and Salish Sea. Shortly before 7pm, the front of house staff slipped off to join their coworkers in the kitchen. Soon, pep rally sounds of feet stomping and hands drumming on countertops drifted out to the front porch.
“Did you hear us get fired up?” our server asked as he led my party into the dining room. His enthusiasm matched the Willows Instagram account, full of smiling staff members.
A flurry of one-bite creations jump-started the meal: mesquite smoked oysters in tequila sauce, then a
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