Seattle: top picks

View from the Space Needle

Seattle downtown, from the Space Needle

Favourites:

  • Pike Place Market: started in 1907, it’s considered one of the oldest, continuous running farmer’s markets in North America. It’s about 9 acres and I know we only managed to scratch the surface. It was only a hop skip and a jump (uphill) from our hotel on the waterfront, so we went back often, to grab coffee (yes, including at the original Starbucks – so touristy but so fun) and a pastry, and to watch them throw the fish. I bought some glass art and some jewellery from local artisans, and took a ton of photos, especially at night. And it’s open every day!

  • Hatch Show Print exhibition at the Experience Music Project, designed by Frank Gehry: I wasn’t really floored by the EMP overall, but I adored the American Letterpress: The Art of Hatch Show Print exhibition, created by the Smithsonian Institution’s Traveling Exhibition Service. The exhibition showcased the incredible hand-created letterpress posters by Hatch Show Print, based in Nashville, one of the oldest printing shops still operating in the US. They had many of the original woodcuts on display and many incredible restrikes and original posters from some of the most influential musicians in American music history, alongside some fascinating country music memorabilia. We bought a print at the EMP gift shop, but we were very disappointed that we couldn’t purchase a print of the exhibition poster (pictured below). Seems like a wasted opportunity for them. You can however order many amazing restrikes and monoprints from the Hatch Show Print website.
  • The incredible seafood: everywhere has Dungeness Crab on the menu, in everything from Eggs Benedict to Mac & Cheese. And I’ve never had better chowder, especially the clam chowder at Pike Place Chowder in the market. For a myriad of fresh oysters, salmon and other kinds of fresh local fish, I highly recommend Elliot’s Oyster House, on Pier 56 (which also, I might add, has the most impressive bar EVAR).
Pike Place Market, Seattle

Looking down at the market at dusk

  • The Seattle Art Museum (SAM) exhibitions S’abadeb—The Gifts: Pacific Coast Salish Art and Artists and Edward Hopper’s Women. I was especially astounded at the Salish artists’ weaving skills using mountain goat wool, sometimes combining it with canine wool. The exhibit was packed with beautiful historical and contemporary works. I left the exhibit feeling a deep sense of awe, and that I’d received a rich experience of the aboriginal people of the Pacific coast. The exhibit also made me realize that all those gorgeous knitted Cowichan Sweaters the girls were wearing in the YVR and YYZ airports are contemporary versions of the Salish weaving tradition, although I’m sure because I saw at least 5 different designs over the 24 hours or so I spent between airports and aircraft, some clothing chain has commercialized them and they’re probably being produced in a factory somewhere, which is kind of sad.
Pike Place Market, Seattle

Fresh and dried chili decorations in the market

  • The Space Needle: okay so it’s totally touristy but Chris and I had lunch at the Space Needle on our first full day there, in the revolving restaurant. I don’t care what anyone thinks, it was a great way to see the cityscape (though not as impressive as the view from our very own CN Tower). Unfortunately the Olympic and Cascade Mountains, and Mount Rainier to the south, were playing hide and seek with the clouds. We did get to see the Cascades up close on the drive back to Vancouver, and Mount Rainier peeked out the morning we left Seattle, which made me happy.
Pike Place Market, Seattle

The market's famous sign and clock

  • More great beer: I was feeling a bit “beered out” by now after serious indulgences in Portland, but Seattle has it’s fair share of excellent brews. We had a couple pints at the Pike Brewing Company, in their brew pub in the market, as well as at Hale’s Ales, located between the Fremont and Ballard districts of Seattle.
Cass sampling Hale's Ales

Cass enjoying a sampler at Hale's Ales

  • The incredibly playful exterior of the Experience Music Project: I took an obscene amount of photos of the fantastic iridescent titanium cladding of the Experience Music Project, like thousands of tourists before me, I’m sure. But how to resist??
Seattle Space Needle and the EMP

The Space Needle, and the EMP

  • So Much Yarn’s inventory clear out sale: kudos to my doting boyfriend who keenly spotted a yarn store (with a SALE!) on his first night in town while he and the boys were out drinking late night. We stopped in on Saturday morning to discover they were offering 30% off all yarn until 11 a.m.! I topped up my stash with some Dream in Color Classy in “Cloud Jungle” and some Pagewood Farm Yukon sock yarn in “Mocha”. LOVE!
Experience Music Project

The incredible titanium facade of the EMP

Hatch Show Print at EMP

The Hatch Show Print poster

Experience Music Project

A study in titanium, at the EMP

  • Jimi Hendrix’s diary at the EMP: as part of their shrine to Hendrix the EMP has his diary on display. And it just so happens to be opened to a page where he writes about arriving in Ottawa (shout out to Bruce and Youngja!) and meeting Joni Mitchell. How cool is that?  For a full size version so you can (sort of) read the text, go here (apologies for the graininess but this was covert photography). Oh, and apparently the people of Ottawa are strange.
Jimi Hendrix's Diary

Jimi Hendrix's diary, on display at the EMP

Not-so-Favourite:

  • The Seattle Art Museum’s security guards: Chris tried to take a photo using his iPhone of a didactic sign in one of the galleries (not of the art work itself) and one of the security guards stopped him. So instead he proceeded to try to type the artist’s name into his phone, so he could look it up later, and they refused to let him do even that. Talk about overkill.
  • The return of sales tax: I know, I’m used to it here at home, but after none of it in Oregon, it was painful all the same.
  • The hills: I am SO out of shape. Back to the gym with me.
  • The train tracks and freeway at the waterfront: I think Seattle has the same problem Toronto does with its own waterfront. There is a freeway running along it and train tracks (it is a very active port, after all). The combination of the two makes for a rather noisy hotel and waterfront experience. The difference is that Seattle has taken on the challenge and at least tried to make it work. You can walk along the waterfront and take in the piers, and businesses are thriving along this stretch of the city. Many of the piers, which probably used to be industrial, are now restaurants, hotels, bars, museums and other attractions. The big container ships and ferries continue to function amongst them.

For all my Seattle photos, as well as images from Portland and Cannon Beach on the Oregon coast, visit my set on Flickr.

Air Canada and YVR, YOU SUCK.

I’m finally home from the great expedition to Portland and Seattle, via Vancouver, and feeling partially human again after being up nearly 33 hours straight, surviving a 10 hour flight delay and losing my luggage.

Gate 50-51, YVR, around midnight, Jan 4

Gate 50-51 at YVR, around midnight on January 4

I apologize first for the crappy quality photos but all I had to document the insanity was my Blackberry, because I sent the DSLR off to Whistler with Chris. Who did recover his luggage by the way, today, at 5 a.m. PT, and probably only because I found it sitting in a pile of “RUSH, PRIORITY” luggage in Toronto yesterday when I arrived and raised holy hell to have it shipped back to him in Vancouver, where they were supposed to hold it but didn’t. I walked it personally to the conveyor belt to the next available flight BACK to Vancouver (yes by the way, it did travel to Japan, as we suspected). In the end he has only missed one day of good skiing. What part of “hold my luggage in Vancouver” they didn’t understand, I will never know, but I’m guessing it has to do with the outsourced call centre in India that butchered his file.

So… after sitting in the airport all day Sunday waiting for my 5:40 pm flight, it started to snow about 15 minutes before we boarded. Which resulted in sitting on a plane for four hours, beside a gentleman who desperately needed to shower and use some deodorant. This snowfall would have been all in a day’s work for the folks at Pearson, but Vancouver is beside itself with the wintry weather its had lately, and is not equipped to deal with it. One plane slipped off the end of a runway and effectively blocked it for the night, leaving only one runway available, with priority going to inbound planes. They eventually canceled my flight and sent us and several hundred other passengers from other flights to a single gate to await our fate (pictured above).  We were told we’d be moved to a new flight to depart at 11:45 pm, which soon became 2 am, which eventually actualized at 3:30 am.

YYZ Domestic Baggage Claim

Only a fraction of the unclaimed luggage in YYZ domestic arrivals.

My original flight and another one were combined onto a Boeing 777 and we were told so too was our luggage, which supposedly accounted for the delay in take off. Not so, I soon discovered (after dealing with Chris’s luggage, I had to get in line again for an hour, to file my own lost luggage claim – the look on the baggage claim rep’s face was priceless when I stepped up to his computer, again). So I got home yesterday afternoon around 2:30 ET, a complete sketch case. I slept for a couple hours and got up to drive (two hours) to my parent’s place to get Zeus, stopping at the airport again on my way out hoping to find my luggage. I only found it this morning, on my way back. Life is returning to a form of normal and I have a day and a half to recover at home before I go back to work on Thursday.

As for the trip, it was heavily tainted with stress because of Chris’s lost ski gear, and his head nearly exploded about a half hour before we arrived at YVR to drop me off, when he got the call from Air Canada to say “oh sir, we’ve found your luggage and it’s on it’s way to Toronto!” There’s lots of fun stuff to report too and now that I’m at home, with my luggage, and laundry on the go, I can reflect on it and enjoy. I’ve also got my photos here to go through so that will help bring back the positive memories, so stay tuned.

Oh and in case you’re wondering, Air Canada will only compensate Chris for $100 towards “essentials” like undies, socks, a few clothing items and personal care products that he needed to buy while we were in the US, and equipment rentals at Whistler, which as I’ve explained before is nearly impossible for him because most of his gear is custom sized. I will get nothing – not even my short-term parking coverage. I didn’t even get a call to say my luggage was there. It was just my own (returning?) luck that I found it when I stopped in to look, again.

Hello from Portland! Land of Great Beer!

 

Lucky Labrador Brew Pub on Hawthorne in Portland

Lucky Labrador Brew Pub on Hawthorne in Portland

After several fairly minor flight delays we arrived in Portland, minus one piece of luggage and seriously pissed off at YVR airport and Air Canada. Apparently Vancouver’s airport is the worst in the world for losing luggage. Not only did Chris lose nearly all his clothes, he’s also missing his ski boots and all his ski clothes, including his new helmet, which he’ll need for his trip to Whistler at the end of this week. For an ordinary person this might not seem so bad. You can after all rent this kind of gear if you have to. But Chris is not ordinary. He has extra extra wide feet and a giant head – all his gear is either nearly custom or impossible to find in most places. We’re still holding out hope but tomorrow we move on to Seattle for a couple days and as the clock ticks, it doesn’t look good for his luggage. It could be in Japan. It could still be in Toronto. It could be sitting in the unclaimed baggage in Vancouver. Oh and did I mention they had NO WATER in YVR while we were there, and all the washrooms were out of order? Hello? Aren’t they getting the Olympics in just over a year???

On to fun times in Portland. We’re staying at the McMenamin’s Kennedy School,  an old elementary school that’s been converted into a brewery/hotel. All the bedrooms are old classrooms (ours has chalkboards and a cloakroom) and the place is gorgeous. There are several bars, a large restaurant, soaking pools and even a movie theatre filled with couches and small tables. You can get your beer and go where ever you like, take it back to your room, check out a flick. It’s a fabulously funky place. Apparently classes were held here until about 1975 and then in around 1995 the school was purchased by McMenamin’s, a brewing chain that has many locations in Oregon and Washington, and they began converting it into the hotel it is now.

Yesterday we went to Powell’s Books – a huge new and used bookstore that takes up a whole city block. After picking up friends who joined us from their holidays in Kelowna we checked out Alberta Street in NE Portland, a funky strip with lots of shopping, independent clothing designers, art and design galleries and shops. There I checked out Close Knit and bought some fabulous hand spun, hand painted yarn by a woman from San Diego (more to come later). We checked out the Tin Shed, and then made our way to the Lucky Labrador Brew Pub on Hawthorn. We hiked it over to the Green Dragon Brew Pub for a pint, and then over to Por Que No taqueria for some of the best tacos I’ve ever had (I highly recommend the pollo asado – fantastico!). We’re definitely planning on going back for lunch today!

Today we move downtown for NYE!