Oh, Seattle. Its grunge past constantly coming back to haunt it amid Space Needle-seeking tourists whose only definition of the word is a short one…something about some band called Nirvana. Its rumored suicide rate pulling visitors in to only visit, rather than play games with their own rain-spawned potential depression. Those living in Seattle know better than to buy into glamorous melancholy. Some of them even saw Nirvana back in the day and embrace almost any genre more warmly than ‘grunge’. They know that at Seattle’s root, the influx of alternative music in the early ’90’s and the post-Cobain suicide awareness play very little role. They don’t have to share Seattle’s secrets with you; but I will. I don’t live there. I hardly live anywhere. It’s my job to point you in directions locals would selfishly steer you away from.
There’s a place in Seattle where you can see the Space Needle and listen to that infamous ’90’s music…all while destroying a plate of french fries doused in brown gravy and sipping a beer. The 5 Point.
The 5 Point is a restaurant, bar, used-to-be laundromat, located at 2214 1st Ave. “Alcoholics serving alcoholics since 1929” reads the sticker on the cigarette machine. Bras hang from the head of a moose nearby. Concert posters decorate the walls near the bathroom and for all intents and purposes; this is a dive bar/restaurant. One you should dive into. (Corny? I don’t care).
Serving breakfast all day long, my friend, Ben, ordered a monstrous meal for $10 which supplemented his small figure with 2 huge pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. This kind of meal is served on two plates. I dipped my swiss grilled cheese into my bowl of extra gravy that the waitress graciously brought to me when I let her know the sprinkle of gravy on my fries just wouldn’t cut it. I sat in the dark corner of the hidden-in-plain-view spot and my heart skipped a beat when my favorite band came roaring through the jukebox.
You can listen to Queens of the Stone Age here while dipping a grilled cheese in gravy, sipping a beer, and when you have to piss (men), you can proceed to do it in a urinal that comes equipped with an overhead tunnel view straight to the Space Needle. Comfort food and alcohol served decadently 24/7. WTF else could you ask for?
By: Elizabeth Seward