#whatblizzard or That Time I Lucked My Way Out of Snowzilla and Into a Magical Land Known as Seattle.

One week ago I thought my trip to Seattle was done for. With a 6pm flight out of Dulles airport, hours after the snow storm was scheduled to hit, there was no way it was going to be a go. But by a wonderful stroke of luck, my airline let me move my flight to a day earlier, free of any fees, extending my first time trip to the city by a day. Now I sit, one week later, pondering why exactly I even left the place. Seattle, the bitch that she is, has loved me and left me and now all I can think about is how am I going to get her back into my life.

As you’ve seen on this here blog, most of my trips largely center around eating and drinking and the exact same thing applied to this trip. I say this like it’s a bad thing and although I did spend the good part of the past week elbow deep in a bag of chewable Tums, I wouldn’t have had a bite less or a drink fewer even if it meant less bloatation. I’d even go as far to say I wish I had more. When the food and drink served as a backdrop to the hours spent chatting and catching up with some of the best company I can think of, it could be never-ending as far as I’m concerned.

So let’s see, here's how it all went down:

We went to Pike Place Market of course, passing by the apple stand for as many free samples of Washington Opal Apples as they would allow us, followed by a bomb BLT and snickerdoodle at Three Girls Bakery. My friend and I whiled away several hours at Seattle Coffee Works under the pretense of reading our books but really I was showing her the crazy messages people send me on online dating. As you do...

We ordered a pizza each and a bottle of sparkling red wine for an absolutely dreamy meal at Delancey. Sadly no sign of Molly but at least their wonderful waitstaff helped us score three seats at the next-door bar Essex for an after dinner amaretto sour.

There were late night fried cheese curds and bloody marys at Lost Lake Cafe and Lounge, followed by more bloody marys and coffee in front of a roaring fire at the same place the next morning. 

We had the ultimate doughnut experience at Renee Erickson owned General Porpoise Doughnuts, purveyors of sumptuous filled doughnuts at the most Wes Anderson-esque little cafe you can imagine. To top it off I deemed the cute barista boy as the love of my life... only he doesn't know it yet... Our venture to General Porpoise also inspired a trip to Bar Melusine next door. A Renee Erickson creation as well, this mint green explosion of a bar was too aesthetically wonderful to pass up. Great for cocktails and frites. 

I had the best cocktail of my life at Sun Liquor Bar and Distillery. Stay tuned for a future post just on this but for now, let's just say the cocktail El Wraithe taught me what a campfire tastes like in delicious liquid form.

Still hanging in there? Good, just a few more. 

A delicious Tuna Nicoise dinner at Tallulah's was followed the next morning by the largest bacon egg and cheese sandwich I've ever had at Biscuit Bitch. Shortly after was a stop at Rachel's Ginger Beer for ginger beer cocktails before noon. Later that night we went brewery hopping. Remember, it's a marathon not a sprint people.

And because we got that one extra day courtesy of Alaska Airlines we decided to eat and drink some more, naturally. But if it's any consolation we did manage to fit a run into the schedule before eating fish and frites at Brouwer's Cafe on our way to take a tour of the Theo Chocolate Factory, thus eating a lifetime supply of chocolate. We ended the trip by pre-gaming Malaysian takeout with Oysters and Bubbly at Taylor Oyster Bar, because we're classy like that.