Yes, it is. In all it’s glory. I promised I’d go out to get some food from a Chinatown restaurant but I didn’t think I’d dine in. I did. I stopped in at a seafood joint called Ocean City Restaurant and had a shrimp with lobster sauce. I was very disappointed. The shrimp was fine. It was nice and fresh but the sauce left a lot to be desired. It was flooded with onions. Yuck. All those onions did was overwhelm the subtle lobster taste. The broth was also slightly brown because of the added eggs. Lobster sauce, like clam sauce, should be creamy white. Not as white as clam chowder, but along those lines. I didn’t realize I’d run into so many different versions of lobster sauce. At Pandasia, they overwhelm the sauce by adding mushrooms. At Kau Kau BBQ the shrimp tasted old and rubbery. The best shrimp with lobster sauce I had was from an eatery on Jackson Street in Chinatown but it’s been closed for years. Still, it was nice to get out today even with this infection in my left eye. There was a fire in Chinatown so parts of King Street was closed off. I noticed Seattle also added Chinese names to the English street signs in Chinatown. Very fancy.
Nice place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live here. Or so the saying goes. Actually, I do live here and it is a nice, albeit quiet, place to visit. I’m not patting myself on the back though because I know first hand how quickly someone can go from being domiciled to homeless.
I didn’t like being homeless. It’s so degrading. Now, whenever I see my homeless brothers and sisters sleeping under bridges and begging for change in the street, my heart bleeds for them. And I wouldn’t dare look down on them because I, or anyone else, could join their ranks in a heartbeat. And with that I bring you some photos I took of Magnolia.
The photos of cottages were taken at Magnolia Park. Aren’t they cute? The white cottage with the Tudor styling reminds me of a fairy tale house. You can almost see Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs sitting around a wooden table eating porridge or whatever fairy tale characters eat.
The photo of the barge was taken from one of the numerous bluffs overlooking Puget Sound.
The blue water tower, which sort of resembles a bulbous spacecraft, sits smack in the middle of Magnolia and, I believe, it’s the area’s highest point.
Beautiful, million dollar homes adorn the flower-scented landscape of Magnolia. Just riding around town on a moped or bicycle brings you face to face with some of the most beautiful architecture in Seattle. No doubt they must be the homes of doctors, lawyers and business executives. I bet that sports figures from the Seahawks or Mariners also live here. I wouldn’t be surprised.
What’s missing from this photo montage are pictures from Discovery Park, the largest city park in Seattle. Once, I was standing there on one of the 200 foot high bluffs looking out at the Sound. Suddenly, an eagle came flying right by me. Flanked on its left and right were crows, flapping their wings to keep up with the majestic bird which wasn’t even flapping its wings at all. It was a pretty close up view, too. It’s clear to see why the eagle is the national bird of the U.S. It looks powerful and graceful at the same time. I wish I had brought my camera. Well, maybe better luck next time.
Sometime in the near future I’d like to take pictures of the places some rock icons lived and died. I have a basic understanding of where Quincy Jones lived and Kurt Cobain died but I’ve never seen those places. I do know where Layne Staley died because it was a five story building right around the corner from a club I used to play in with MOON.
I also think it’d be nice to visit some of the places Bruce Lee lived although, just from hanging around the International District, I’m sure I’ve been to a few places where he’d eaten.
There’s a dive eatery about three or four miles from my house that boasts an exotic meat sandwich menu. There’s been some criticism on the internet, though, about whether their meats are really exotic or just beef from Costco. What’s on their menu? Reindeer, elk, alligator, camel, ostrich, frogs legs…you get the drift. The reports say the owner is rough, unmannered, uncultured and just plain dirty. I’m enthused about the fact he creates these unique dishes but I’m cautious because it might be fake. There’s supposedly a Vietnamese restaurant in the International District that serves kangaroo. I haven’t found it yet but I’ll keep looking.