When Sarah and I were choosing our return flights from our trip to Seattle for a Starbucks event almost two years ago (ack!), we purposely chose a later flight. It meant we would land back at our home airport at around 6 am, and then I took the car service home, changed, and went straight to work. Which was pretty killer.
But it also meant that it bought us an afternoon of sightseeing around downtown Seattle. Nearly seven hours, to be exact. Since this was the first trip to Seattle for both of us, we couldn’t not do it, right?
After our last bit of the Starbucks’ obligations ended, we checked out of our hotel room, left our suitcases with the front desk, and headed off in search of adventure.
Mostly the food kind.
By way of Pike Place.
When we happened upon Emmett Watson’s Oyster Bar (judge nothing by their web site, it’s lacking in a severe way), it was pure happenstance. We had just bought piroshkies from Piroshky Piroshky, and honestly just wanted a place to sit down and dig in. We ended up walking down a little alley way and found an outdoor courtyard with tons of available seating.
As it was part of the Emmett Watson’s Oyster Bar, we came by our seats honestly.
By buying multiple Diet Cokes. (This was long before I gave up Diet Coke)
After we polished off our food, we took a quick look at the Oyster Bar’s menu.
And, well, when it comes to oysters, it’s really hard for me to say no.
Sarah too.
And so we took our party of two inside to one of their well-worn, deliciously broken-in booths and started to order off the fun paper-bag menus.
I swear we seriously just ate our way through Pike Place.
And it was, like, the most fun ever.
When we ordered the Oysters Rockefeller, our very cute, affable waiter, Trenton, said that they were made to order and it would be about twenty minutes.
“Is that ok?”
But of course.
And then we busied ourselves doing what most food bloggers do.
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