We sat at the white, marble counter where we watched the kitchen staff shuck oysters and prep dinner. Across from our seats were baskets of raw oysters covered in ice. Jack and I had a half dozen, which was close to the smallest amount prepared. Some tables had dozens, which in some sense would have been a shame as they would have missed out on the smoked trout, clams, and fried oysters. In case oysters aren't weird enough, the one of the strangest thing on the menu was a salad that had glacier lettuce. I imagine this scruffy looking green was plucked from the tundra above the treeline at Mt. Rainier. It was delicious. "Fries with eyes" was the smelt dish, which may have been the weirdest. We took a pass on those.
Jack and I were one of the oldest couples there, which was fine. There was a cute young couple a few seats down from us at the bar. I would have guessed they were Seattlites had they not told the waiter they were from Boulder. The guy told a joke and half of the kitchen staff listened in. Then the guy turned to the guy next to him and told him he liked his flannel. The other guy said he has two of the same shirts -- one for camping and one he keeps nice for going out.
Only in Seattle.
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