I’m Not Dead, I’m in Seattle
I’m in Seattle, which partially explains why I’ve been absent from these pages for a couple of days. (Sloth and Rainier pretty much explains the rest.)
I’ve been here a bunch of times and always stay with friends when I visit. We mainly subsist when I’m out here on coffee and Top Pot doughnuts in the morning, a quick bite in the afternoon–glorious fried cod from the walkup window at Ivar’s yesterday–and then some grilled burgers or the like in the evening. The only meal I’ve had out since I’ve been here was a tiny, crusty, buttery (and slightly over-salted) meat pie at the very hip yet welcoming Pies & Pints. Can’t complain.
Later today I’ll be lunching at either Dicks (which is more for late-night drunkeness) or a fried-chicken joint for lunch and then hitting Salumi, best known as Mario Batali’s folks’ cured-meat shop downtown, where I want to pick up some snackables to bring out to my friend’s parents’ cabin on Bainbridge Island, where we’ll spend the Independence Day drinking more Rainier, grilling more meat, and lighting fast and loud projectiles in the presence of children.
