Irish Pub Night.

Today day Nathan was kind enough to drive me around the city for apartment appointments (or as I like to say, "apt-appts"). The first thing we did was grab a latte (my first one in Seattle!) and donut in the cafe at Metropolitan Market in the Admiral area of West Seattle. What a beautiful grocery! This was to be only the first of several amazing groceries I've visited. Never thought I'd get this excited about those. :)

That night, while walking around the University ("U") District, I noticed a restaurant called My Sweet Lord. Thinking that this was an odd name, I inquired to Nathan about it. Apparently this joint gives away free food! However, once you've eaten you're forced to listen to a sales pitch for Hari Krishna. Kinda of like getting one of those free trips, but instead of a trip you win some mediocre vegetarian fare.

Later we ended up at a pub called The Galway Arms. Nice selection of beers, of course. We both imbibed a Manny's, while sitting outside by the sidewalk. For some reason everyone seemed to think we were an Information desk. First an obviously wasted wino came up and asked "where can I get a beer around here?". I guess he didn't notice he was standing in front of a pub. I wanted to tell him he should probably try wherever it was he had his last 10 beers, but Nathan was kind enough to point out the local package store (or "bodega", if you're from the east coast). Another guy walked by several times searching for a particular bar, but couldn't seem to find it in either direction, no matter what instructions he was given.

Across the street, another pub, The Dubliner, was featuring a ridiculously loud cover band, who proudly covered such noteworthies as Jet, Franz Ferdinand, and others in an extremely ham-fisted way. One guy kept wankily solo-ing over everything. It reminded me of Blueshammer from the movie Ghost World ("I been pickin cotton all day long!").