The Soundview Cafe in the Pike Place Market in Seattle, Washington. |
In today's installment, we finally come home to the West Coast. Some Stews preferred to only work short flights - up and down all day long. Others preferred medium flights - back and forth between the East Coast and Florida, for example. Moi? I was always a long haul kinda' guy. One and done. Get that baby up in the air and let's fly six hours to the West Coast. No sitting around, no long duty days, no plane changes and only one boarding (it was really the boardings that wore you out on a long day).
Philly to Seattle on Day One. Seattle to Boston or New York on Day Two. Boston to San Francisco on Day Three. Back to Philly on Day Four and hop on that flight back home to California. That would have been my perfect four day trip. And for years I was able to work trips like that.
Speaking of Seattle, that was my favorite West Coast overnight. We usually stayed in nice hotels right downtown. I have enough Irish blood running through my veins that I was never bothered by a little rain or overcast - even in July.
The Pike Place Market - the oldest public market in the country - is the Queen Jewel of Seattle. Great food, shopping, buskers and views of Puget Sound. Even the original Starbucks, if that's what you're into (not me).
Pike's Market is best experienced early in the morning when the vendors and fruit stands are coming to life. Just watch out for the flying fish.
My favorite breakfast stop in Seattle was the Soundview Cafe, deep down in the basement of the Market. Casual and quick with gorgeous view of the ferries crisscrossing Puget Sound. They served a mean bowl of granola topped with chopped nuts, raisins and bananas (only five bucks!). Yum. One bowl and you were good to go for the rest of the day. The only catch is that they would give you the milk for the granola in a small drinking glass without a spout. I could never figure out how to pour the milk out without spilling some on the table. I alternated the slow and fast techniques, but nothing ever worked. "How would Cary Grant pour this milk?," I would ask myself, as it dribbled all over the table. Cary probably knew to skip the granola at the Soundview Cafe.
I have lived in the Bay Area most of my life, so I never even counted San Francisco as a "real" overnight. On any overnight more than 16 hours, I drove home to be with my family anyway, but once in a while I would stay in The City, or my lovely wife and kids would come down and meet me at the hotel, and we'd visit some tourist spots around town. Our crews stayed in the same hotel on Van Ness and California for years, so we all got to know the neighborhood quite well.
Piccadilly Fish and Chips on Polk Street in San Francisco. |
When you are in San Diego, Mexican food is not to be taken lightly. When you are a flight attendant working a morning flight out of San Diego, a breakfast burrito is as critical to your departure as your cockpit keys and Flight Attendant Manual. There was a Rubio's, famous in San Diego for their fish tacos, right in our terminal before security. A combination of scrambled eggs, home fries, cheese and salsa wrapped in a fresh flour tortilla. Muy bueno! I would eat one of those on the flight East and not be hungry again until dinner.
The dancing waters show at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. |
Thanks for joining me on a nostalgic look back on some of my little flying for food hang-outs around the country. Granola, fried chips, breakfast burritos and gelato. As you can tell, I'm ALL about the glamour.
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