Dining Alone in the International District

IN THE SUMMER OF 2003, my friends and I often took jaunts up to Seattle’s International District – it was a colorful escape from the humdrum suburb where we grew up, and had an indefineable grittiness that I was fascinated by. Walking the streets brought a range of unfamiliar sights: Roasted ducks hanging by their necks in restaurant windows. A shop selling candy and cigarettes – nothing else. Leering elderly Chinese men. A bamboo garden, perched atop a hill on the edge of the neighborhood, where we would sit and while away the afternoon in the sun.

The area has captured the affection of many Seattlites, and the way to their hearts has often been through their stomachs. In a recent article for The Stranger, Angela Garbes tells of her romance with the neighborhood and its eateries, including cockroaches and all. While I can’t necessarily vouch for her restaurant picks (she covers a lot of territory I left unexplored), her story of dining solo in the ID is definitely worth a read.

Photo: international district at night, by P.J.S.


1 Response to “Dining Alone in the International District”

  1. 1 Annette from Tropicaltravel.net February 13, 2008 at 12:35 pm

    Great post and great article you linked to. That is such valuable information. I often wanted to explore that area of Seattle, and inevitably indulge myself in the cuisine, but I very few have the guts or patience to, since you never know what you might get. I’ll be sure to keep this in mind next time i’m in the area so I will have the know-how of where to go to get the best (and, safest) of the area. Great posts, keep up the good work!

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