Twede's Cafe

Went to Tweed’s Café because I’m a huge Twin Peaks fan and was so pleasantly surprised! The food was incredible, the environment was so relaxing. The staff was so sweet and accommodating, and I can’t wait to go back. I’m from the other side of the country and would definitely travel back, especially to get some cherry pie & coffee :) The Tuna melt was great too! Took some film photos while I was there and loved the vibe. Photos by me, Briana Raucci.

Everything I expected and more. I love how the decor looks almost the same as it does in twin peaks. The food is amazing, the fries are 10/10. The cherry pie is a must have. Great atmosphere both when it’s busy and when it’s not. All staff are incredibly friendly. Such a wonderful experience overall.

Lovely small diner is a calm outskirt of seattle. The food was good and the portions were massive! It is quite expensive but the portion sizes give you what you pay for. The staff were also very sweet and friendly. Definitely recommend!

An unexpected vegan treasure! After visiting Twin Peaks Waterfalls this was the second fan location we wanted to visit. Easy to find, convenient parking, and cozy booths to have both privacy but also enjoy the very cool lighting and vibes. There are some cute Twin peaks fan easter eggs to discover and I was re-living the show while sitting there. To be honest I would have been happy with some coffee and fries, but my vegan heart jumped when I saw the menu - black bean Patty, beyond burger patty, vegan cheese, vegan mayo! The staff was super friendly, very fast and helpful and pointed out all the options, a lot of the burgers can be veganized and you can chose your own patty. You get the burger + as many fries as you like, and they are good. Ask for vinegar sauce to make them even yummie

Twede’s Café: Where Time Stands Still and Coffee Is a Myth We arrived at Twede’s Café on a Sunday, seduced by the promise of Twin Peaks magic and a cherry pie so legendary it could probably broker world peace. What we got instead was a brunch-themed escape room, where the only clues were confusion, caffeine withdrawal, and a syrup subplot that felt suspiciously sticky. The host told us the wait would be 45 minutes. We were seated in 30. A miracle? A scheduling error? Divine intervention? We’ll never know. But we took it as a good omen. The staff greeted us like we’d just wandered into a community theater production of Diner: The Musical—warm, enthusiastic, and one jazz hand away from a tap number about hash browns. Our server, who seemed like the only one not currently cramming for midt