rlegters and
tdjohnson, to my great surprise, had made lunch reservations at the restaurant in the rotating section of the Space Needle, so off we went to enjoy some wonderful cuisine.
The Copper Salmon season has just arrived, and at the guys recommendation, I tried it. Wonderful presenation, nicely prepared, served with small potatoes and a variety of sauces; I tried to pace myself but I still finished before R & T. Om nom nom nom.
While we didn't get any dessert, we did witness the spectacle of this creation; ice cream and what looked like a graham cracker served in a cup which sat in a bowl full of dry ice. Just before serving, water is poured into the ice to create the billowing steam effect. It was most impressive.
We walked along some of the outside balcony to grab some pics of downtown Seattle, though at this point we had seen it several times. Since the restaurant rotated at a slow pace (1 revolution per 46 minutes), we had seen all the landscape while eating. Still, it was nice to see it all without the window in the way.
Though we passed it on the ground, the view of the Experience Music Project from the air gave the odd hodge-podge of design styles a semblance of cohesion.
rlegters commented that the design is akin to that of smashed electric guitars, and from up here I could sort of see that. Huh.
We caught the monorail downtown and headed down to the Pike Place Market, a lengthy string of shops of locals who sell hand-made crafts, fresh veggies, fresh fish, and much more. It rather reminded me of comparable markets in Japan that I was taken to, which immediately likened me to the area. We swung by a toy store that
tbass's friend worked at, saw a rather impressive comic book store that had lots of cool swag for sale, and exhausted ourselves.
Oh, and the guys did point out the first Starbuck's store, which I felt compelled to at least visit. That is, until I saw the line out the door and down half a block, which then convinced me to merely take a picture from afar and move on. However, I was introduced to Fran's Chocolates, a Seattle local store with some exquisite sweets. I may or may not share these with my hubbies when I get home. Om nom nom nom * 2.