the day started off fairly leisurely. alex and i met our friend tim and some of his friends at his restaurant, smarty pants (www.smartypantsseattle.com), for brunch. everything was very good, and it was a nice way to hang out and relax on a sunday morning/afternoon.
later in the day, alex and i were getting ready for dinner. we had decided on pizza and had a few options. there was a place across from the hotel, a place near the space needle that one of the hotel workers recommended, and another in the queen anne neighborhood that another employee recommended. without going into the gory details (walking to the two furthest away only to end up across from the hotel), none of them were what we were really looking for. i guess chicago really does have the best pizza.
i guess the one good thing that came out of all of it is that alex and i got that much more time to spend together exploring another city, which we both love to do.
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mmm ... smarty pants. timmy took all he learned spending hours eating brunch and whipped up a tasty menu of "morning after" plates. the breakfast burrito (with frijoles negro!) rocked. it was wonderful to sit on the patio and meet timmy's seattle posse.
note to others: do not eat pizza in seattle. don't even try. they are soooo confused. they can't do new york; they failed at new haven; and they didn't even attempt chicago style. (at least they knew not to try that.) maybe it's cause they are all active and stuff out there.
my final seattle observation (which pedro actually noticed): they have happy hours. it's the weirdest thing. in chicity, drink specials are all night. also, one never needs to entice chicagoans with after-work specials. they just seem to find themselves in a tavern. maybe it's that active lifestyle thingie again ...
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