“In my experience the absolute BEST way to learn about Seattle and see a great slice of local culture is to stop by the Comet Tavern on your first night in town, get shitfaced drunk, and go home with a bike messenger. Strike up a conversation with his squat-mates in the morning over cigarettes and day-old banana bread, and soon you’ll be whisked away on an anarcho-Marxist pedaling adventure!
Did you say food trucks? How would you like to eat fresh eggs from chickens that live UNDER a truck? Your Seattle pals will encourage you to try new things, like stretching your pierced-ear holes to accommodate test-tube stoppers! Soon you’ll be asking yourself how you managed to go so long without a tattoo on your sternum of a snake eating its tail, and the soul-sucking shitstorm you used to call your mainstream “life” will fade away in a blissful rain of dark beer and vegan bacon.” John Roderick’s Bumbershoot advice
If only I had read this a week ago…
