We spent last weekend in gorgeous, fall-ridden Seattle. Have you been? Seattle is the only place in the Pacific Northwest that I’ve ever been–once for a series of sunny, 75-degree days a few summers ago–and again last weekend for a concert, some hat-and-gloves weather, and the changing leaves. This second visit only confirmed that there is much to be explored in the Northwest: American and Canadian metropolises, miles and miles of coastline, a pair of impressive mountain ranges, and enough tantalizing and eclectic eateries and drinking holes to keep one person full and giddy straight through all four seasons and beyond.
Jordan and I booked the two-night trip in pursuit of hearing Nada Surf–a band my sister’s fiance loves and follows and one whose record label is based in Seattle–live in concert. So the four of us spent last Thursday night jamming and sipping drinks at The Showbox across from Pike Place Market. Nada Surf played their Let Go album from start to finish and then threw in a few additional crowd pleasers too. This was the reason for our trip and it lived up to expectations.
Our fall tour of Seattle only got better from there. Tied with the concert for me was our trip to the Experience Music Project, or EMP. To call this pop culture museum well done is to call baby giraffes learning to walk cute. It was one of the most entertaining museums I had ever been to. We walked through a crescendoing timeline of Nirvana fame, complete with handwritten notes and remnants of smashed guitars. We saw and listened to a 300 year history of the changing shape and sound of the guitar downstairs, and then headed upstairs to the sound lab to try our, er, talents on the drums, mic, guitar, and mix machine. Before we knew it, two and half hours had gone by. I could have stayed longer, but our tummies were rumbling. The EMP is a must-do in Seattle.
Experience Music Project, Seattle.
For eating and drinking, I’m not sure it gets better than Seattle. Every meal we had was inventive, tasty, and affordable (YES). From biscuits and gravy (mushroom gravy for the veggie heads) to the second best clam chowder in the state, we basically stuffed ourselves for 3 days straight. The culinary highlight, however, were the peanut butter bonbons. You heard correctly. Peanut butter. Dipped in bread crumbs. Fried. And served over homemade jam and with a side of milk. Don’t mind if I do.
Then on Saturday, before our flight out that evening, we took the ferry across Puget Sound to Bainbridge Island for scenic photo ops and a pumpkin cider on the other side. And speaking of, I was happy to find that Seattle was just as excited about fall cocktails as I was.
Bainbridge Island, WA
And with that our 48-hour trip was complete and all we kept saying was how much fun we had and how glad we were that we came. We wanted to stay, to drive up to Vancouver, or down to Portland. I’m just getting started with you, Northwest.
Have you been to Seattle? The Pacific Northwest?