Growing up if it was above about 40 degrees we were eating outside. Slight drizzle (it was Seattle after all), we were still outside. There was a picnic table and I clearly remember it being hosed down after meals. I don't know that I fully appreciated the brilliance of this until I had messy children of my own and a kitchen floor I would do just about anything to clean one less time a day.
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