I’m not sure why that makes me laugh so much. But it does. So yesterday was my birthday. I am still full. I cannot move. I had, despite being far away from most of my family, a very nice birthday. We ate a most intense dinner at Ivar’s Seafood. I think some people in Seattle would tell you it’s a tourist trap. Not the case, I’d argue. It’s a nice seafood joint, a step up from Legal Seafood if you’re looking for a reference point. We took a nice long walk to get there and back. The walk back was a tremendous show of force on my part, I’ll admit. I nearly had to crawl.
Ivar’s has been around nearly forever. Here’s a period photograph of the place, dating back quite a ways. The next photo is of a crew removing one of his signs from the floor of the bay/sound. Why? Ivar Haglund, who started the restaurant in 1938, believed that submarines would become a viable form of transportation in the future. So he put signs up underwater – directing traffic to his restaurant. That’s some Jules Verne style forward thinking. Continue reading