Prior to our cruise, we spent a few days in Seattle.
I’m told we were lucky. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, with nary a hint of rain.
Of course, no visit to Seattle would be complete without a visit to Pike Place Market. I loved exploring the maze of shops and vendor stalls with fresh produce, vibrant blooms, and locally made goods and treats.
Unfortunately, that’s where the enjoyment ended. As an iconic city landmark, the market was packed. I had wanted to sample a pastry from Le Panier French Bakery, but the line went out the door and I left empty-handed.
I felt I had to buy something to commemorate my visit, so after some debate, I picked up an apple cinnamon roll from Piroshky Piroshky.
Big mistake. It was so dry and tasteless, I threw it in the trash after only a few bites (with great regret, I must add, as someone who hates to waste both food and money). I would have never expected this from such a highly rated eatery. Perhaps it’s just me. I often find myself at the wrong end of a popular opinion.
The day was redeemed by Ivar’s Fish Bar at Pier 54. My clam chowder was creamy with a generous helping of clams, and the bread bowl, often treated as an afterthought, had a flavorful chew without being tough. I also stole a fish stick from Daniel’s fish and chips order, and was pleasantly surprised by its delicate, crispy crust.
Also lovely: the walk along the pier as we made our way to and from the restaurant.
I couldn’t leave Seattle without visiting the Starbucks Reserve Roastery, intrigued by its claims of “an immersive and dramatic expression of our passion for coffee.”
The space is stunning with rich wood and copper accents, and no shortage of areas to explore. I took a quick detour into Princi to admire its trays of delicate pastries, salads, and artisanal pizzas, then wandered by the roasters and storage silos. I wound up sitting at the Experience Bar where a helpful (and patient!) barista helped me navigate a menu exclusive to the roastery.
I settled on the cold brew malt with vanilla ice cream and chocolate bitters. It was honestly one of the best milkshakes I’d ever tasted. As I sipped on my drink, I soaked in the ambiance, tranquil despite the fact that nearly every seat was filled. I watched transfixed as the barista brewed coffee using what resembled a laboratory contraption – a siphon designed to create a smooth, clean-tasting cup.
My visit was brief, but I left surprisingly refreshed, wishing we had a roastery back home.
