Greetings sympathy clickers valued visitors! Welcome to another riveting tale of my adventures in Seattle!
This week is mainly about food! Also, psychics! Let’s get to it, shall we?
What the Cards Seem to Know About Me
Christopher’s Lamp is the home of Pike Place Market’s resident psychic, Darleen Christopher. It was here that the cruel masters of my fate my internship directors sent me to get a psychic reading.
The only preface I will give is that, despite misgivings, I was determined to go into this experience with an open mind rather than total skepticism. I analyze her accuracy below on the basis of a few things.
A statement about me will be considered accurate and “psychically valid” if:
- It cannot be determined from my appearance
- It is not the result of volunteered information, but was rather determined without prompting
- It is not the result of probing questions
- It is not the result of prior knowledge. (all she knew prior to this meeting was my name and who I work for)
Given these criteria, I would say that Darleen was approximately 75% accurate in her use of Tarot cards.
Impressive? Well, yes. But with some caveats; firstly, this reading was not about my future, per se. I opted for the Tarot cards because they seemed both relevant and would take a mid-range amount of time. The cards are intended to reveal personal truths, and approximate the probability of certain events (which could be reasonably extrapolated from your personality traits that they “reveal”). That said, I would wager that maybe 75%-80% of what she said was “psychically valid”.
These were the card-related things, mind you, less than 10% of her “I’m seeing a person with a name like _____” efforts were successful.
Another thing of note is that since I’m a relatively socially inept introspective person, I knew all of this information already. Maybe if I were less in touch with my own personality or thought processes, the whole experience would have been more impressive. Who can say?
Understand this right off the bat: I love food. Louisiana has a food culture, it is one of the only great things we really have to, to be honest. The food in Louisiana is amazing, and in cities like Baton Rouge, the density of restaurants per capita is unusually high.
A place that serves mediocre food will be out of business within months.
Combine this with the fact that most food, even restaurant food, is relatively cheap and you can understand why I might have high standards for restaurant fare anywhere else I go. Below, I give my impressions on a few of the examples of Seattle fare that I’ve tried so far.
One more thing of note, my idea of spicy and your idea of spicy are not the same thing. I don’t tend to go all-out when it comes to heat, mostly because it can mask flavors when chefs go too crazy, but my tolerance of spicy food is much higher than most northerners in general almost by default.
You have been warned.
Acclaimed as the “Nation’s Favorite” food truck, Marination also has an immobile location in the Harvard market. The fare is Hawaiian-inspired sliders and tacos, featuring fillings like miso chicken, spicy pork, spam, and marinated tofu. I opted for a smorgasbord of tacos on my first visit.
I gotta say, the reputation is well deserved. The food was delicious and the a-la-carte pricing is convenient for mixing and matching sliders and tacos to get a tasty and inexpensive meal. The tacos are also served with pickled jalapenos, which are more sour than spicy, and a lime wedge. Marination Station has bottles of siracha on every table, which are a welcome addition for those wanting a bit more heat.
Overall, a great choice. I’ve already been back more than once.
Where Ya At Matt
The Po Boy is a nigh-sacred art in Louisiana, especially in the New Orleans area (the most famous of which is Mothers). So when I heard there was an authentic New Orleans poboy food truck, and that it stopped pretty close to my apartment, I had to give it a try.
I’m happy to report that this place is legit. The true trappings of a traditional poboy are meat (or something fried), lettuce, tomatoes, and mayo. Embellishments beyond this are common, and often welcome. I opted for the roast beef poboy, and I was not disappointed. I inhaled this sandwich. I will have to return to report on whether their beignets (pronounced ben-yays) are any good, but I am optimistic.
The Skillet food truck was recommended to me by our glorious leader, and it most certainly was an awesome suggestion. The menu was simple, if a tad pricey, and their burgers are, bar none, the best I’ve had in the northwest. Their poutine was also pretty awesome, but I can’t consume very much of it (lactose intolerant) with impunity.
Heading back there is a no-brainer. They also have a stationary location that I’ll have to check out
Molly Moon’s Ice Cream
Suggested by a friend of mine who’s taste in ice cream I greatly respect, Molly Moon’s is another iconic food stop that I had to try (resulting in this post being a bit later than usual). What with the whole lactose-intolerance thing, I opted for the strawberry rhubarb sorbet.
Fluffy, cold, and creamy, this was one of the most unusual and exceptional ice cream places I’ve visited. Out of personal taste, I’m not found of creamier sorbets, but I have to say the flavors were incredible and the portions were generous.
That’s all I’ve got for you guys this week, a bit slower than usual (calm before a storm, trust me) but exciting for me nonetheless!
Come back next week to read more about my Summer in Seattle!
-By Patrick Killen