"Let’s come out and say it: Pike Place Market is a pain. Crowds stagger along at glacial paces, the cobblestones are a trip hazard, and it reeks of raw shellfish. The next time you feel disillusioned by dried chocolate linguine samples and clam stench, duck away to nearby Jarrbar. It’s a sexy little Spanish dive where you can cosplay as a carefree Spaniard who drinks more cava than water, snacks on tinned sardines, and treats disco like a sport. Why yes, we do want overpriced marcona almonds with that." - aimee rizzo
@TheInfatuation
