The good and bad news is that the Red Lion Inn Terrace Garden is a hotel bar. Wind your way past the concierge to the elevator, up to the fifth floor, through the restaurant, and out to the rooftop patio, and the view is great: five stories above the city—your inner teenage boy might be tempted to spit on the passers-by below—with a peek at Elliott Bay, where ferries schlepp commuters back and forth as you relax with a $3.50 Stella or Maritime Pale Ale. But, should you decide to sit outside, be prepared for the waitresses to be in a foul mood, which was the case on a recent blustery day. They were so put out, in fact, that they locked the door to the patio at 6 p.m.—smack in the middle of the bar’s 4:30–7:30 p.m. happy hour. (One couple struggled sheepishly with the door before being let back in by another customer.) After we finally moved inside to escape the wind, our waitress cracked her first smile. The food is, well, hotel food: crab-artichoke dip with too much mayo, slightly soggy fish and chips, and a passable satay assortment piled atop a heap of plain white rice. There’s only one half-off menu item per day, but there is a complimentary taco bar: congealed refried beans and a reheating tray of ground beef, with orange shredded cheese and sour cream. As one guest remarked after looking over the taco accoutrements, “What, no guac?”