To celebrate the end of a productive week, we went out for dinner at Din Tai Fung, a Michelin-starred Taiwanese restaurant in the middle of Seattle. There’s a reliance on pork in Taiwanese food, so there wasnt much for me to eat, but what there was was more than ample: truffle xiaolongbao were especially good.
Din Tai Fung shares its initials with a much cruder expression, and so it was a little disconcerting to see a list of “DR-inspired” cocktails on the list. You half assumed it would consist of a blend of cheap vodka, tanning oil and utter disgust. So instead, I drank neat gin and tried to keep my head down.
Before the restaurant, we went to an indoor pitch-and-putt joint in Pioneer Place, where I scored a hole in one, went over par by three shots on most of the other holes, and had two pints of very strong cider. So by the time I was in the taxi to the airport, I felt incredibly rough.
It’s a very long way from Seattle to Sea-Tac when you don’t want to be in motion, so I spent most of it sucking in air and trying not to think about being sick. Still, no harm done: expunged from the Prius at the curbside, I checked in, took a train through the enormous terminal and then sat in the lounge for a couple of hours before it was time to board my plane. And home again…