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Frolicking in Seattle with Drew

Finally . . . I have Drew all to myself . . . well, him and his Droid, but I’ll take what I can get.

The sun came out, the sky was blue. We put on our walking shoes. First Pike Place Market and then over to the Gum Wall. I chewed my gum — still had a bit of flavor left when I added it to the wall. I wanted to chew it bland but Drew was impatient. He didn’t want to stand in a damp, dark alley (Post Alley) covered in used (vintage?) gum.

Off to Capitol HIll and then to Queen Anne. Lots of walking. Elliott Bay Book Company, Roy St. Coffee & Tea, Easy Street Records — I was almost complaining about the heat. Well, no that’s not true. I did complain about the heat. I had too many layers on. Stopped in an Irish pub in time to watch the end of the Yankee game. (Yankees win — Yay.)

Afterwards, we are both thinking sushi.  “Wait a minute, that great sushi place I went to the last time I was here is in this neighborhood. And it’s that way!” He points up the block.

So we find the restaurant — Shiki, it’s on Roy St. We sit at the sushi bar and order sashimi omakase for two. The sushi chef is super busy. He’s the only one behind the bar and the place is packed. I’m watching him make up a plate. It’s filled with thick fresh chunks of sashimi of all kinds. And then he plops down the top half of  two shrimp . .  eyes, antennae, and all. They were moving — wobbling around as if still alive.

I’m looking at the plate and thinking who the hell would order something that’s still moving around on the plate!

Seconds later, the plate is in front of us. Ahhhhhhhh! Can’t shake that image out of my head. I was afraid to reach over and take a piece of sashimi. Thought it was going to attack my hand — especially when I went for its bottom half. I wanted no part of it. Drew however sucked the life out of it!

Sushi incredible.

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Seattle weather: Same as usual

When you walk into a sushi restaurant and it is crowded on a week night it means one of two things: Cheap prices or great sushi. In this case it was great sushi. Shiro was crowded, so Drew gave them his name and cell number and we went across the street for a drink.

People are friendly and very polite in Seattle. Yesterday when I bought my sandwich, I paid for it with a 50 dollar bill. I handed it over and said, “Can I break a 50?” and he said, “Sure. Thank you for asking.” Oops, wait a minute — did I catch the nice bug by asking? There were other instances of super politeness throughout the day. Now I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. It’s just more than I’m used to.

So we are at the bar across the street. There were 3 of us. Me, Drew, and Derek (in from NY/works for Drew.) There was a trivia game going on — guess it’s a bar thing — and in between a trivia question the woman with the dog on her lap turns towards us and directs the following remark to Derek, “I see your parents are visiting.” What do you say to that?  Drew and I are looking over at Derek as he chokes on his drink and spits out the words, “No, he’s my boss!”  I don’t know where that fits in with politeness in Seattle but it had to be told. She did apologize profusely when she saw how we all reacted.

Drew’s phone was ringing while we waited. It was the hostess from the restaurant. Our table was ready. We went over, sat down, and, as the hostess was seating us she said, “Thank you for coming back.”  Sushi great and all employees super polite!

Today I went to my cooking class. On the way someone in a wheelchair, who I am pretty sure was homeless, came up to me and said hello. I said hello and was waiting for him to ask for money. He said, “You from around here?” “No,” I said quickly and kept walking. He kept up with me. “You’re a tourist,” he said. “Well, I never liked that word,” I said. He laughed and said, “Are you lost? You need directions?” “No, I’m fine.” “Okay, have a nice day.” And off he went.

Must be that northwest air. Last year in Vancouver, Drew and I would be looking at a map on the street and all sorts of people would stop and ask if we needed directions. After a few times of this we were afraid to take out the map in public.

The class was fun, informative, and a nice lunch treat. Afterwards Seattle Art Museum to get out of the rain, a stop in at a wine store for a bottle of red from Washington. I went with Syncline, a 2009 Subduction Red,  from Columbia Valley — only 1,488 cases produced. A review tomorrow.

Back at the hotel. Waiting for my honey to join me here. Some cheese, snap peas, and a glass of wine before dinner.

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