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T2 Goes to Burien

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By R.
J was out having lunch in George Town with Long Lost Friend, so it was just B, the Bird Killer and I for lunch, and since the Compound's annual Food Drive competition is on, a trip to Safeway was in order.


The only Safeway I know of around here is in Burien - so I figured this was finally my chance to talk the guys into lunching on some amazing pub food at the Elliot Bay Brewing Co. in Burien.


EBBC is a favorite of mine - the one located in West Seattle has always been the place to get a pitcher of Raz-n-Stout when there was any kind of celebrating or lamenting to be had. Last year an EBBC opened in Burien, and I have since been trying to talk B & J into going for lunch. The concern was always that it was in Burien (aka: Rat City) and that it was far away. Today at least B learned otherwise, and a delicious time was had by all.


A low light of the afternoon was the fruit stand 5 doors down from EBBC where over-ripe bananas were stacked up for a quick sale. The smell of them caused B to dry heave and run (he has a very strong dislike for bananas), but the Bird Killer was overjoyed that they were deeply discounted (he loves a good sale).


A highlight? The stripper shoe store - this must be where the girls at Joey's shop.


Food: 5/5
Atmosphere: 5/5 (score extra points for an on-site brewery)
Good times: 4/5 (minus a point for accidentally scoring on myself 4 times during iPhone air hockey)
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