Phil G.
Yelp
We stopped in for cocktails before dinner, since every other bar on the street was packed to the gills at 7:00 on a Saturday night. Our bartender was happy to see us, even though we weren't eating dinner and the place was busy. His quote, "less work for me." Thus, we happily settled in for a couple of round of drinks. He was great and soon I was giggling like an idiot, happy to be out and buzzed on a Saturday night.
However, patrons waiting to eat, were not happy with us. One woman in particular, stood in front the door, shooting me looks reminiscent of my math teacher in high school catching me looking at Lenny Goldberg's test sheet. This woman, wearing a gray sweatshirt and glasses, wouldn't stop. She would make a great fascist general. Was sitting at a bar and just drinking, a Seattle faux pas? I didn't know, and I just kept giggling.
Once I paid our bill, this woman almost knocked me over getting to our seats at the bar. I almost confronted her, which is my usual, but I decided for the sake of my wife, to let it be. Yet, out the door and on the street, I let out a loud expletive, which helped me, but shocked the Ballard locals.
None the less, I enjoyed Shiku Sushi.