"If you were born and raised here, chances are that you adore this beloved institution. And even though Dick’s is a let-down nine times out of ten, sometimes we catch a glimpse of the familiar orange glow piercing the night sky and nothing else will do. Oh, you’ve been to the top of the Space Needle? Good for you, kiddo, but few experiences are more “Seattle” than housing a Dick’s Deluxe and fistful of floppy potato spaghetti they call fries underneath fluorescent parking lot lighting." - aimee rizzo, kayla sager riley