Morcheeba Day 18, Seattle, WA
Turns out that staying at a pub after hours the night before you have an early flight really sucks. After about 1hr of sleep I made my way to the airport for a short flight to Seattle. Thankfully it was on time, even early, and I was at the hotel sleeping again in no time. And there was great coffee courtesy of Seattle Coffee Works to solve my remaining problems once we got to the club.
Later on in the afternoon, we made our way to the Showbox for the standard work day. Again the crowd was good, only 4 short of a sellout, and it went fairly well.
It was a nice area to walk around because the club is right by the old Public Market. If you've ever seen any commercials for Seattle tourism, that's the market where they throw the fish from stall to stall. And there are lots of fish. Oddly enough, the whole place smells like fish too. You see a lot of weird seafood if you take a few minutes to walk around.
Also in the market area was a little coffee shop of note. It's called Starbucks. But it's not like the others. It's really like an old-school coffee shop, not even any baked goods. Even the logo is different. I ordered my standard, the espresso macchiato. Usually you can tell if it's well-made just by the weight when you pick up the cup. It should be light, like a feather, so when it's heavy, you know it's wrong. That happens when they add too much milk. So when I picked up my little cup and it was heavy, I got scared. Then I had a sip. I don't know how they froth their milk, but it was something else. It was think and creamy and incredible. I couldn't believe it. And I instantly became angry with all the other Starbucks that have taken my money over the last couple years.
I know reading about coffee isn't really all that exciting for most of you, but it's a really important part of my day. And I'm sure you can at least appreciate the need for good coffee first thing in the morning. I'm just a little on the obsessed side of things is all...
Anyways, we didn't stay in Seattle too late. We started the 14hr drive to San Francsico at 2am. Hopefully we won't get in too late tomorrow. We're taking all the Brits to a Giants game. They've never seen baseball before and we don't want to miss the opening pitch.
Later on in the afternoon, we made our way to the Showbox for the standard work day. Again the crowd was good, only 4 short of a sellout, and it went fairly well.
It was a nice area to walk around because the club is right by the old Public Market. If you've ever seen any commercials for Seattle tourism, that's the market where they throw the fish from stall to stall. And there are lots of fish. Oddly enough, the whole place smells like fish too. You see a lot of weird seafood if you take a few minutes to walk around.
Also in the market area was a little coffee shop of note. It's called Starbucks. But it's not like the others. It's really like an old-school coffee shop, not even any baked goods. Even the logo is different. I ordered my standard, the espresso macchiato. Usually you can tell if it's well-made just by the weight when you pick up the cup. It should be light, like a feather, so when it's heavy, you know it's wrong. That happens when they add too much milk. So when I picked up my little cup and it was heavy, I got scared. Then I had a sip. I don't know how they froth their milk, but it was something else. It was think and creamy and incredible. I couldn't believe it. And I instantly became angry with all the other Starbucks that have taken my money over the last couple years.
I know reading about coffee isn't really all that exciting for most of you, but it's a really important part of my day. And I'm sure you can at least appreciate the need for good coffee first thing in the morning. I'm just a little on the obsessed side of things is all...
Anyways, we didn't stay in Seattle too late. We started the 14hr drive to San Francsico at 2am. Hopefully we won't get in too late tomorrow. We're taking all the Brits to a Giants game. They've never seen baseball before and we don't want to miss the opening pitch.
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