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Get it, girlfriend!
Charlotte may have my soul, but Seattle has my heart.
I’ve always wanted to go to Seattle. I think my fascination with the Emerald City can be traced back to when I was in middle school and “Frasier” was my favorite TV show. Lots of things went over my head as an unworldly 13 year old, but it was a witty show. Years later, “Grey’s Anatomy” only helped to fuel the havetogotoSeattle fire.
Seattle is a witty city. With rain 9 months out of the year, you have to keep a sense of humor.
(…and lose your clothes when it gets too hot.)
The alcohol helps to keep your wits about you too. Lots of drinking going on in one city with even City Target selling liquor which makes me believe Seattle is lush in more ways than one!
When Seattlites aren’t drinking the heavy stuff, they’re drinking coffee, pots and pots of coffee.
Bauhus was my favorite spot to tuck into with an afternoon latte and blueberry scone because of their book collection.
I gave up coffee a year ago, but I couldn’t very well visit the birthplace of Starbucks without having a cup of joe.
This drink may just bring me back into the caffienated fold:
Biscuit Bitch’s house speciality is a dirty pumpkin: a dirty chai latte (a shot of espresso) with a shot of pumpkin syrup. Sippable Halloween! My only regret is that I didn’t have more of them since I found them on my last day.
What goes better with coffee than doughnuts?
These homemade doughnuts were delightful at Lola. (I understand why Giada DeLaurentis touts them as one of the best things she’s ever eaten. I could have easily eaten two orders.) These pillowy, sugar morsels that look more like beignets than doughnuts are made to order as your server arrives tableside to tumble these sugary orbs onto your plate after they’ve been tossed around in a small white paper sack, like some sort of cinnamon sugar bounce house.
The culinary tour of me putting the EAT in Seattle continued at Pike Place Market’s Place Pigalle where my only seafood meal (oysters and crab cakes) the entire trip came with a side of spectacular Elliot Bay views.
This meal of creamy lasagna could come with a view of burlesque dancers at the Pink Door at 8pm on weekends.
Lots of hipsters make up the Seattle landscape so there were a lot of vegetarian/vegan joints.
Cafe Flora: fried coconut tofu wraps and rosemary potato pizza under a bed of arugula, all washed down with a refreshing glass of ginger beer
High Line: the meatiest veggie burger I’ve had in my life with a generous helping of fat fries
Veggie Grill: a trio of seitan tacos
Dear Veggie Grill,
Can we please get one of you in Charlotte?
everyone who can only count on one hand the number of veggie restaurants in town
Though we didn’t eat here, it was the stuff of lots of inside jokes. And venue for Ryan Lewis and Macklamore’s latest music video.
Sweet treats like cupcakes and ice cream to undo all of my good veggie deeds:
Pink frosted “dance party” cupcake was a party in my mouth, so buttery and delicious!
Molly Moon’s: Impossible to photograph ice cream! Trust that anything honey lavender and strawberry balsamic is delicious!
Pike Place Market is packed with tourists between 10 and 6 so I like to go early in the morning when the vendors are setting up shop. The early morning sunshine illuminates the flowers, making them that much brighter. I bought a beautiful bouquet of flowers for only $5 and bought a $5 vase from Goodwill to put them in.
I visited 5 thrift stores in 5 days and found some amazing items to remember the trip by, including a Starbucks tumbler and a brand new pair of khakis with the tags still on for $1.29 (dollah makes me hollah!) on their everythingthathasagreentag is $1.29 sale.
Seattle is a great walkable city, surprisingly hilly though so I was accidentally doing cardio on more than one occasion. I deliberately breathed heavily at a yoga class at 8 limbs on a Sunday morning though.
All of my limbs needed a good stretch after spending all day on a plane. It’s located in Capitol Hill, a hipster haven (think NoDa times ten) and I always felt severely uncool walking through. Nothing is as cool as this libray:
The Central Public Library is an architectural marvel unlike any library I have ever seen, and most of my vacations involve visiting libraries. Slats of light shine upon its book-loving visitors. I want to curl up in one of those slats and read my days away.
Smith Tower has beautiful views that rival that of the Space Needle at a fraction of the cost. $7.50 to sail up to the 35th floor of the observation deck (as opposed to $30 for the Needle). Though the views are breathtaking, what really draws a crowd is the The Wishing Chair, a 300 year old chair that attracts all the single ladies.
Single women from all over the world, including yours truly, flock to this chair to send up wishes for marriage. Legend has it that if her wish is sincere, she will be married within a year. Here comes the bride, ya’ll!
Bill Spiedel’s hour long $17 Underground Tour details Seattle’s history, like the prostitution that helped build the city after it was burned down. These purple squares on the sidewalks are actually skylights of underground Seattle.
Experience Music Project. A cool building, the contents less cool. Though I am a huge music fan, I’m not so much into Hendrix or Nirvana which made up half of the exhibit. I was more interested in the women who rock exhibit, which needs to be much bigger in my opinion.
Chihuly Garden and Glass Exhibit. All I can say is that it is totally worth the $20 admission. Amazing, just amazing! Imagine, an entire museum devoted to what the Bellagio hotel ceiling looks like.
Seattle in July was perfection and I’m so thankful that the nice Seattlites shared their luscious city with us incessant picture-taking, directions-asking tourists. I’ve never been so sad to see a vacation end.
Last meal at Copacabana before I had to catch a plane home.
“Goodnight, Seattle! We love you.”
Lunched with my gay bf today and film buff that he is stated that he watches ABC’s “Revenge” in between waiting for his Netflix picks to arrive. He was unaware that the two stars Emily VanCamp and Josh Bowman were dating in real life. He was also unaware that he was British. I had to prove it to him. Cue Wikipedia. It was there that I discovered that Bowman once dated Amy Winehouse, just like ginger crooner Alex Clare. I won’t make jokes about calling her Amy Whorehouse out of respect. No, I won’t do it.
If you haven’t heard his “Too close” on the radio, you’ve probably heard it on the TV in a Microsoft commercial. He’s a recent Orthodox Jew who had to turn down touring with Adele because he couldn’t perform Friday nights. Oh, and the Brit dated Amy Winehouse before she was famous.