My Mouth Was Two Bells Tavern

Tell me. Where do I find the best burger in Seattle?

I want to know.

For I love cheeseburger. I love cheeseburger bad.

Today I went to the Two Bells Tavern. I like this place. I like it a lot.


My mind was heavy and my legs ached from an intense morning of plastic glove wearing and donut slinging. I was ready to clear my head and to wipe that ridiculous donut induced smile off my face:

So what did I want to do in order to return to a state of normalcy? I ate a big ass cheeseburger. What was the quality of said burger? What was on it? What were its shining features? 

Lets start with the meat. .5 Oz of ground beef. Cooked medium.

The cheese? A bleu cheese black pepper mix.

The bread? Toasted sourdough baguette.

The toppings? Lettuce, red onions, and bacon (which I requested be added, with deep approval from the bartender). (I ate the tomato with salt on its own).

The side? An order of potato salad (which had little bits of eggs and pickles in it!).

The result? Holy shit relax-ass-ation in a dope bar after a long morning of work.

Can you imagine plowing into this burger after more than an hour of working a donut shop with a line to the door?:

I don't have to imagine it because I did it. This is my life. Jealous?

I'm jealous of past me. So I can't imagine why you wouldn't be jealous of me right now.

Oh.

What was that? Another question for me?

A logical question arises from the above description? I was at a tavern you say? If I was at a tavern I must have had a beverage? Was there a beverage?

You are very observant. 'An astute observation', as my coworkers used to love to say. Don't you know you sound sophisticated if you say 'that is a very astute observation, so and so'.

I confess. I drank two beers with my cheeseburger. What beers, you ask?

First, I had the Big Time Scarlet Fire IPA. Not the most memorable IPA I've ever had. Because I think that IPAs can be complex. They do have qualities beyond that bitter hoppiness. But I liked it. The bartender recommended it. A delightful man.

Then I had a beer I've had before. The Maritime brewery's seasonal: The Jolly Roger Christmas Ale. A strong beer. One I liked much better in tap than in a bottle. 

Overall the meal was awesome. Totally awesome. Awesome burger. Great beers.

Such a great way for me to relax after a weekend of working early in an intense space.

Other than the burger, the potato salad, and the beer, was there anything else in my mouth?

There were words and spaces in my mouth. This is the time when I'm tempted to ramble into philosophical musings. To tell you about a video I watched about dasein, about being the there, being the situation. About the way that in that bar I felt like the entire room was in me and of me. I was that situation.

I was that burger.