Starting out at Fado, Irish Pub and Restaurant, I'm immediately swayed by our waitress to try their new summer ale. Samuel Smith's Organic Strawberry Fruit Ale, a beer brewed in England with an ABV of 5.2%, is light and refreshing. Not my usual taste, but still worth trying. Half the allure is the organic title it bears due to this new world we live in where the thought is that any food that isn't organic is slowly killing you with hormones and pesticides. Would you like an ORGANIC beer? It's better for you. Why yes, yes, I would.
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| Picture I snapped with my smart phone during dinner. |
After dinner we moved on heading into Pioneer Square, a place I'm told used to be the place to be, but now resembles an area that has fallen on hard times. Every other building is boarded up, abandoned, and forgotten. While there are still some cool little niches to be had, it is obvious that Seattle's night life has moved elsewhere.
After a little Google-ing, we decide to try out a nightclub, Trinity. The website shows pictures of people dancing in a crazy party environment where you can almost feel the sweat and sexual tension floating of the dance floor. What Trinity was actually like can only be described as disappointing. With a $10 cover charge per person before entering, one is expecting something spectacular behind those doors. It's not. Trinity just looks like another bar. The dance floor is off to the right, behind curtains, and down a ramp. I decided to have a drink before going to dance. My first mistake. I pay for my expensive Tequila shot, down it, and then decide to check out the dance floor. I walk though the curtains to find that no one is dancing. The dance floor is deserted save for some stragglers standing on it, just talking. All of a sudden, I'm one of the stragglers, dazed and confused. Why is no one dancing at a dance club? I decided it was time to go. After leaving, the only thing I took with me was the stamp on my wrist that branded me as having been there and is now starting to fade from my shower.
With multiple disappointments down on Pioneer Square, I decide it's time to head back to a place I know is good, The Owl n' Thistle Irish Pub and Restaurant. It's pretty close to Fado and a short walk back to the ferry. The sound of music greats us on the street even before we enter the bar. Upon entering we find two older men, one playing the violin and the other playing guitar. They are playing authentic Irish songs and oldies such as Mr. Tambourine Man and Leaving on a Jet Plane. The crowd does not seem to be paying much attention as they're caught up in their own conversations and dulled by multiple drinks. In fact, one older gentleman was so sloshed he fell out of the chair he was attempting to sit in. The band incorporated this into their act. Very amusing, since it was happening to someone else.
Finally, it's time to catch the last ferry home. What can be seen on this 12:50 A.M. ferry is party goers, exhausted and ready to be home. In the hour it takes to make it back to Bremerton Harbor most sleep while others make quiet conversation.
Friday evening comes to a close when one is finally back in the comfort of their own bed, musing over the evening's events.
