It is a sometimes incongruous mixture of gray and black, Belltown at night.
And there I was, on my part of this assignment, sporting both colors — gray above the neck, black everywhere else.
I noticed lots of gray on the heads of diners, who stroll into the havens of overly designed foods and big bills — and nowhere else — that dot and surround this area north of downtown.
By Terry Tazioli | November 25, 2001
For in-city getaways, my esteemed Travel department colleagues chose some of Seattle's more offbeat places to stay.
Terry scampered off to a trendy Belltown hotel atop a bar and restaurant. Sorry, I wanted to relax, not party with people 20 years younger than myself.
Carol headed to a B&B on Capitol Hill. I can barely stand myself at breakfast, so dining cheek-to-cheek with cheerful strangers is like waking up to a nightmare.
Brian stayed on a converted tugboat on Lake Union. Why pay to stay somewhere cramped that sways in the wind?
By Kristin Jackson | November 25, 2001
The forecast was for rain and wind. Perfect weather for browsing funky mom-and-pop shops and cafes, then walking "home'' to relax by the fireplace before heading out again for a chicken dinner and a showing of the original Japanese version of "Godzilla," with English subtitles.
I've always been curious about what out-of-towners discover about Seattle when they see it from a neighborhood bed-and-breakfast instead of a downtown hotel. Now I know.
By Carol Pucci | November 25, 2001
Lake Union is freshwater, it's true, but a night aboard the Challenger, a 57-year-old tugboat moored there, is about the saltiest Seattle stay you'll find.
Let my colleague Carol Pucci have lattes on the hill. And don't even talk to me about the luxury pig at the Four Seasons. This place has seaplanes taking off in the back yard.
Cool.
On a Friday after work, I stepped inside the fireplace-warmed salon of the floating B&B that's "bunk and breakfast" and caught the faintest whiff of Eau de Diesel (
By Brian J. Cantwell | November 25, 2001
