Sunday was the last day of Seattle’s annual Hempfest in Myrtle Edwards Park. We didn’t go but Belltown and lower Queen Anne were full of very stoned people, walking around on the hems of their blue jeans. We found a cigar shop on Pike and looked for German-language newspapers at the Pike Place Market news stand. The two Germans had no interest in a fish dinner so I ruled out Ray’s and took them instead to the 5 Spot. Annoyingly, the current theme of the restaurant is “Portland.” Portland is the Doobie Brothers of American cities.
Beer is important in Germany and I began to feel the pressure as several of Seattle’s artisanal brews were found wanting. I couldn’t disagree; the beers on offer at the 5 Spot tasted over-hopped. It was entertaining to listen to the German pronunciation of “Deschutes.” We moved to Fremont and a pitcher of Mac & Jack’s at the Red Door. This was cloudy and declared unfinished, with the suggestion that it was hurried out the door of the brewery for quick sale. We visited the Lenin statue. Rene appreciated the irony of the thing but, having grown up in East Germany, didn’t find it humorous.
We found offerings more to their liking at the George & Dragon Pub, which has Pilsner Urquell from the Czech Republic on tap. While seated at the bar a man sat down across from us, dressed in a white shirt with four-striped shoulder boards and a nautical officer’s cap. He had mutton-chop sideburns and his appearance caused murmuring in German as my guests tried to figure out if he was truly a master or dressed in drag. The universal antipathy of engine room hands toward deck crews was again on display. After the man left the English bartender told us that he drove for the Ducks, the amphibious landing craft that tour Seattle.
We ended the evening at the 5 Point Cafe, in the shadow of the Space Needle. The Chief recalled the neon sign – “We Cheat Tourists -N- Drunks Since 1929” – from a previous visit. The place was jumping for a Sunday night, and it appeared that the organizers of Hempfest had retired there after that event ended. Rene was pleased with the eclectic Seattle-centric jukebox and found a “Les Canards” sticker over the restroom entrance. “Look! Prostitutes!” he blurted on the trip back to the Pier. I got them back to the ship before midnight.