Our first experience at The Capital Grille was a positive one (see Northwest Notes Archives), but afraid our second one left much to be desired, not because of the food, but because of an over-zealous, overly friendly waiter named Patrick. Patrick began the evening by introducing himself and asking for our first names, then sticking out his hand and shaking both of ours. (Note to Patrick: In proper society, it’s the woman who extends her hand if she wants a man to shake it. And in any sort of polite company, a server should not offer his hand to his customers.) The strange experience continued when we ordered a bottle of Chardonnay and Patrick insisted we put it into an ice bucket. We were finally able to make him cease and desist, but the damage was done. Here’s the Grille’s Seafood Platter, which I enjoyed because of the half lobster. Oysters were a bit thin; probably shouldn’t have ordered this in June.