Soaking Spot: The iconic Lowell's in Pike's Market. The restaurant's motto is "Almost Classy" presumably because it's kind of a lunch counter with three floors with stunning views of Puget Sound. Between the vista and the location in the market, I've always avoided it as a tourist trap.
Time of the Soak: Saturday, 10:57 a.m. I planned to meet my friend Kimberly at 11, luckily I got downtown a few minutes early and realized they stop serving breakfast then. I called, panicked, offering to order. She was killing time at a nearby bookstore waiting for our meet time so we rushed in under the wire. I have to say, I felt a little skeptical, no breakfast after 11 and nothing but tourists taking a break from Christmas shopping? None of it boded well for the breakfast experience.
Level of Hangover: Usually when I write a "Soak it Up", I come up with some fakey hangover thing like lack of sleep or too much incense at a choral mass. I drink frequently, but rarely in large quantities. But today I came in at a solid 7 on a scale of 1 to 10 after a video-games and karaoke booze fest with friends from childhood. Maybe that explains all the cynicism building up to the minute we actually ordered. I soon found out the bad attitude was completely unwarranted.