What?! You haven't been to Barnacle yet?! You live in Seattle, and you love good things—especially good things to eat and drink—and you have yet to go to Renee Erickson's shotgun-style, 14-seat bar attached to the side of her renowned restaurant the Walrus and the Carpenter? (Barnacle, attached—best name ever.)
A guy I know accosted me about this, in the friendliest drunken way, at the Roanoke recently. (The Roanoke, aka Seattle's ivy-covered Chia Pet, is a great bar in its own, totally different right—nicely worn in, always friendly, pretty good nachos, ping-pong out back.) I had not been to Barnacle yet. It's in Ballard and has been open for six months. He became nearly apoplectic. He is a man of good taste—one who remains charming when drunk—and his exhortations could not be ignored.
So I found myself a week or so later driving through rush-hour traffic to Ballard and arriving somewhat grumpy at Barnacle's happy hour...
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