After taking a trip up to the space needle Mo and I headed to one of the grungiest bars I've ever been to The 5 Point. Now with me still in my 'respect others' T-shirt we walk through the door only to find a eight construction workers sitting at the bar. I swear (at least in my mind) the music came to a screeching halt and beer was being spilled in mid drink when we walked through the saloon doors. It was so quiet you could hear a church mouse fart. I told Mo just to head to the bar and no funny business about my shirt. Eventually the victrola started up again and the normal din of conversation and music drowned out the thought of a total beat down.
Later we decided to get gussied up and head to a bar called the Red Door. Think Granfalloon but darker and hip. Brian met up with us and after talking a bit and watching all of the "meat" walk by, I finally asked the waitress where all of the black people were. She informed us they were in South Seattle or closer to Tacoma. Disappointed we left and went to a different bar. The highlight came when we went to a bar called Brouwer's Cafe. With over 100 beers and some great Belgian brews I fell in love instantly. There were a couple of lesbians that didn't appreciate me snapping pictures like a regular Jimmy Olsen, but I didn't care because I was on vacation.
When the night was said and done Mo and I took a cab back downtown and ended up back at the 5 Point aka "the saloon" where the music stopped. But this time the atmosphere had changed. Filled with musicians and artist types we ordered food. Hands down one of the best club sandwiches to date.
The last day was filled with cheese from the Seattle Cheese festival. Great Pinot Gouda, Blue cheese, and more goat cheese than I ever wanted to eat. We then decided to go to Georgetown which is in South Seattle. I guess the waitress wasn't lying because as soon as we get there we run across a Black motorcycle club. It was crazy. Like 20-30 Harley's lined up with all of these Black men and women dressed in black and orange. It was way boss. We then hit up this record store playing old soul classics. Very cool. We then decided to have a drink at Jules Maes Saloon; one of the oldest bars in Seattle. We met up with some transplants and had a pleasant time talking with the bartenders, one of which - I had to tell her, was the most captivating woman I had seen since I'd arrived in town. Classy.
The night was a party at Brian E.'s place. Mo and I met his roomates and hung out by the fire. I of course got a little tipsy and said somethings that I shouldn't have but hey, I'm was on vacation.
Here are the last two sets of pics. 1 and 2 . Enjoy.
