As we leave Seattle and head up north to our rube-like neighbors who say ‘eh’ too much, phonetically speak French (as opposed to our inability to speak it at all) and who think fresh food means no chemicals (makes me wanna polysorbate 80 them cannucks), here are a few of my many thoughts on Seattle.
It rains too much here, but people seem to have gotten used to it; very few umbrellas, a lot of slickers. I think coffee culture makes a lot of sense in a town where being indoors is often preferable.
And a lot of those indoor types seem highly driven. For the few random Halloween yahoos we saw in Capitol Hill on Sunday night while we had a really good dinner (local foods, a wee bit of offal, good libations, excellent preparation and taste, affordable), there were a lot more working on computers in the cafes, bettering themselves, planning out the next Amazon or Microsoft.
We went back to Capitol Hill yesterday and it really made up for the smelly, squalid, tourist trap that is the Pike Street market. Yawn. My god, there are probably 50 better produce markets in town than that celebrated dreck. I bet I can find ten better ones in the International District which favorably reminds me of Little Vietnam on Argyle in Chicago. We had lunch in Capitol Hill next to Elliot Bay Books in a warehouse-like cafeteria called Oddfellows that served good mussels and chowder and we left paying only 15 bucks for a filling split meal.
Since we got here, we have been to two of the slowest Starbucks in history, including one two days ago on the way to the ferry that almost caused us to miss it (‘ummm, I think this shot has been sitting 22 seconds, I better dump it and start over. Oh, are you in a hurry’). Oh, and brother Michael, so far your theory where I should get 5 shots over ice and they’ll offer me the sixth shot for free has not worked.
We may give up on Starbucks and try Queequeg’s, the local coffee chain in Vancouver. (Actually, coffee elsewhere in town also seems slow – I think this might be a local cultural phenomena on par with not speeding, stopping for pedestrians, etc).
Ballard was very cool. Queen Anne was beautiful with great view of the city and it bored me to tears. Considering how narrow the streets are here, there should be more one-ways. Driving around Queen Anne necessitated constant stops to let other motorists pass. We stopped at Gasworks Park yesterday, which was a park created through adaptive reuse when the city shut down the gas utility up north near Fremont and mowed the lawn, threw on a thin veneer of paint on the machinery and said, ‘open for public use’. It had beautiful views, but I honestly think the city should have spent the money to remove the works and decontaminate the grounds. Adaptive reuse at Gasworks seemed a bit of a cop-out here for civic responsibility.
All in all, though, this is a great city, one of the best I’ve been too in the United States. It’s pretty in the rain and it has such incredible diversity of people and locales and I’m looking forward to spending one more day here on Friday.
Anyway, off to Vancouver and the biggest Chinatown in North America; a nice way to spend American Election day.