"During a Seattle summer, two things are destined: forgetting that Seafair’s a thing until the sky suddenly sounds like jackhammers trying to harmonize, and cramming in as many Green Lake laps as possible. And 90% of the time, the quieter tradition leads to jerk chicken, cheesy yucca bites, and coconut-blasted piña coladas at Bongos. You’re close when the pedestrian loop starts to smell like grilled shrimp." - gabe guarente, kayla sager riley, aimee rizzo