We’re in Seattle! Or technically, we’re in Kirkland, a suburb of Seattle located on the east shore of Lake Washington. The flights were uneventful, although the view out the window was stunning when we were passing over Minnesota. The stopover in Detroit was slightly disconcerting for me because the airport seemed so uncannily familiar, until I realised that I’d been to Michigan six years ago and had probably flown into DTW then too. Sam and I got to experience the full 1.6km length of the world’s second longest airport building, walking from Gate 8 to Gate 68 for our connection.
True to its reputation of being one of the rainiest cities in the US, Seattle has welcomed us with copious amounts of rain. It’s a shame, really, because I was looking forward to enjoying the view of the lake, but right now it’s just grey and bleak. And judging by the forecast, the rain is going to persist until we leave.
Because I’d somehow found us accommodation in this somewhat remote location quite a ways from the airport, we decided to make our way there via public transport to save on the cab fare. We took the Link Rail to International District, encountering lots of Seattle Sounders FC fans garbed in lime green and blue on the way. I don’t much care for football, but Sam’s a fan, so if only I’d known that there was going to be a game today, I’d have planned something. Anyway, Sam decided that he wanted to grab a bite, so we popped into Tat’s Deli, which I recalled being the No. 1 ranked restaurant on TripAdvisor. I was surprised to see hoagies on the menu because I distinctly remembered that being an East Coast, even Philly-specific term for sandwiches from my sociolinguistics class. It was only after checking out the interior decor and spotting the LOVE t-shirt and Eagles and Penn State flags that we realised that we’d basically flown seven hours across the country to have a Philly cheesesteak. Or almost, anyway. Sam got the Tat’strami and I ordered a roast veggie hoagie. While they weren’t bad, they weren’t mind-blowing either, so I can’t exactly see why this sandwich place is ranked first on TripAdvisor.
After lunch, we wandered around in the miserable cold rain for a while, wondering how difficult it could possibly be to locate a bus stop. Until I realised that 255 was a tunnel bus and ran underground along the same tracks as the Link Rail. Weird, but an efficient use of space, I suppose. Anyway, I was out cold for most of the bus journey, and so missed what I’m sure was a scenic ride - not. We walked the last mile or so to our hotel, arriving very, very wet and bedraggled. When the receptionist asked if we had a vehicle with us, I felt like retorting, “Yes, we came in a open-top rib.” I hope there’s some sunshine tomorrow so I can get decent photos of this place!