Christopher began his evening at Clever Dunne’s Irish House, on East Olive. “I walked in, it was literally a cloud of smoke, the place was filled with blue smoke. Two guys are sitting in a booth, and one of them says to me, ‘We’re here smoking away as fast as we possibly can.’”

Two girls were sitting in the window nearby, Christopher says, decrying the suburbanizing of all cities. Their other evidence: New York and LA, which had smoking bans before Seattle.

Then Christopher was at Toi, a Thai reastuarant and bar downtown, where the manager of the bar complained: “The country’s getting more and more and more regulated.”

The best, though, was a young woman Christopher found smoking clove cigarettes at a Capitol Hill restaurant earlier in the evening. She vowed not to obey the ban: “I feel sorry for the first person who tries to get in the way of me and my morning cigarette and my coffee,” she said, “because they will be in some serious pain.”