Bigger than The Chef's Head

Happy Birthday, B!

For B's birthday, T2 and The Chef took a trip up to Burien for the best Burien find: Elliot Bay Brewing Company.

B spotted a giant Bavarian pretzel on the menu for which his heart was hungry, so we ordered it. When I was thinking giant pretzel, I pictured a pretzel about the size of a dinner plate. Instead - it was bigger than The Chef's head - really.

Very tasty and well worth the $6.95, though a note to EBBC - we'd like to see more of a sauce selection - - maybe butter and/or honey?

The service was below par - our waitress surprised us with passion fruit scented iced tea (J made an enemy in her when he demanded that she take it back and replace it with a diet soda). And as far as atmosphere goes - it's usually a fine place, but today there were paintings on the wall that J deemed racist - I suppose he'll have to say why exactly, but my guess was that the people depicted looked like they had been objectified for the artist's personal glory. But go see for yourself.

Other Burien finds: over-ripe bananas, a transsexual hooker, and a legal pot sale (thanks to The Chef for the photo).

Food: 5/5
Atmosphere: 3/5 (minus 2 points for seemingly racist art and a crotchety server)
Goodtimes: 5/5 (always an instant 5 when The Chef joins us)

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