Running out of milk was a happy accident this morning. It took us out for lunch, to a new place recommended by friends. It's called the Stone House, and both of us remember this quaint building, . Decades ago it was a functioning service station on the shores of Lake Washington, and we drove past it often. It's the prettiest building, with gables and a rock exterior and white trim. And finally its use suits the architecture. The food and the coffee were amazing, and so was the glass-enclosed outdoor eating space, with a great view of the lake and fresh snow in the Cascades.