I'm going down to Seattle to rock my inner nerd at the upcoming PAX gaming convention, and as a treat I want to eat ridic large food.
12egg omelet (2nd item on the list)
I'm looking for food challenges or really awesome places to have lunch / dinner.
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Im in seattle about every two years ( I have family there ) but I cant remember any of the places I ate out their. In pikes market their is a good hotdog place a couple doors down from the first star bucks, and there is a lil shop inside pikes market that makes fresh donuts ( small donut wholes ) that are pretty good. Dicks burgers were ok, had better though...
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"Apparently that wasn’t enough for Denny, though. Just last year, he introduced the 123-pound burger. That’s not a typo. One hundred and twenty-three pounds. It’ll set you back $379, but you get 80 pounds of meat, a pound of lettuce, ketchup, relish, mustard and mayo, 160 slices of cheese, five onions, 12 tomatoes, two pounds of banana peppers, 33 pickles and, of course, a 30-pound bun."
Try the Crab Pot down in the Pikes Market area. Paper on the table, no plates, just a bib and a napkin. They dump a bowl of food on the table and you dig in - Crab, sausage, corn, potatoes, etc. It's messy as hell but worth it and a buttload of calories and wash it down with Widner's Hefeweisen at @ 600 calories per pint!
I guess I'm a geek just for knowing what PAX is. Have fun there.
I've been in the Seattle area for the past year. Go here (Kirkland location as I think the Redmond one is closed) for breakfast and get the cinnamon roll french toast:
Cinnamon roll split in half and fried. I'm a pretty big eater and I dont think I've ever finished it. Damn good.
Last edited by Blood&Iron; 08-26-2008 at 11:43 AM.
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Parables and Portraits, Stephen Mitchell