Last night, my girlfriend and I went to Asian Breeze, a tasty asian-fusion restaurant down the street from our apartment in lower Queen Anne. We'd been a few times before, but wanted to check out their happy hour (cheap food is my siren call).

The happy hour runs from 5 p.m. to closing Sunday-Wednesday and 7:30 p.m. to closing Thursday-Saturday and offers $2.50 drafts, $3 well drinks and $3-5 appetizers. We started with a couple of Pike IPAs and an order of fried sweet potatoes and green taro rolls. The sweet potatoes were good: heavy on the pepper and served with a sweet chili sauce, but the portion was pretty slim for what are essentially fancy french fries. The taro rolls were great. Served with a tasty plum sauce, they were a nice variation on the standard spring roll flavor.

For the main course we split the "Bangkok Street Cashew" with tofu. It was your basic stir-fry vegetables—peppers, onion, green beans, broccoli—with cashews and tofu in a spicy and slightly sweet sauce. The portion was huge, the food was delicious and the spice was just enough to heat up your tongue without overpowering the flavors.

As we dined, a bizarre mix of cool-jazz sax covers played including hits such as Outcast's "I like the Way You Move," "My Heart Will Go On," and a snazzy "Aude Lang Syne."

Asian Breeze suffers from an undeserved lack of customers. Every time I've gone, I've either been the only or one of the only diners and last night was no exception. Music choice aside, the decor is cute and date-like, the food is consistently good, and the price is right. We got out of there for $30 plus tip for 3 beers, two appetizers, and an entree. Not cheap by my broke-journalist standards, but a cheap date by the standards of the gainfully employed.
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