Bimbos Bitchin' Burrito Kitchen - Journal of Omnifarious
Nov. 16th, 2003
04:32 pm - Bimbos Bitchin' Burrito Kitchen
Today I was sent on a trek to a place called "Bimbos Bitchin' Burrito Kitchen" by my good friend, Melissa (who doesn't have an LJ). She is just the sort of person to love a place with a name like that.
After some misunderstandings about how Seattle streets work, and where exactly 506 E Pine St is (which are neatly solved with my laptop and a random handy wireless network), I arrive expecting to find someplace unique, and I'm not disappointed.
I've never seen such bizarre and busy decor in any restaurant I've ever been in. It makes TGI Friday's look like the solemn office of a defeated head of state by comparison. Various totems of Mexican culture hang from the ceiling like colorful fetishes warding off the grey dreariness of a typical Seattle winter day. 80's music pumps through the space like some subconcious attractant for the likely clientele of late 20s and early 30s bohemians.
The wall the restroom door is in is covered by a dim orangey picture of some tropical paradise. Were it not for the ordinary looking unisex restroom sign, the door might be difficult to find in the wall as its covered by the picture as well.
The food is good, but not spectacular. The menu advertises that it's all vegetarian except the meat. And, indeed, no menu item has meat by default. It's an add-on for all of them. In fact, there are substitutions available to make their burritos safe for those people insane enough to be Vegan.
The burrito I receive upon asking for a Burrito Inferno with no rice and beef is so big and juicy that it begins seriously escaping the confines of the tortilla it's been wrapped in by the time it's a third finished. I follow the example of another patron and take the paper wrapping off of my plate, and use a fork to eat the burrito off of the plate.
True to it's name, it is on the spicy side, though well within my tolerance.
Oooh, the "Styx" song that starts as a wistful love song, and ends with aliens (Sailing Away I believe) has started...
It's time to begin my adventuresome trek back. I may try taking a bus, though I really don't have a good idea where it will go.
One idea I had for learning the bus system (Oooh, here come the aliens in their starship (he initially thought they were angels (they should've played this song during "Cocoon"))) was to take week off from work, and spend the entire week armed with a cell phone, a pocket full of cash, taking random busses to see where I'd end up. I figure, no matter where I end up, it can't be more than a $40 taxicab ride from downtown Seattle, and the area will have T-Mobile cell phone coverage so I can call said cab. By the time that week was up, I'd have a pretty good intuitive feel for where the busses went and feel much more confident taking them.
BTW, the bathroom of Bimbos was lit only by darkroom red lights and a big blacklight. The walls were black with lots of various colored dots of various sizes. I discovered that my purple Voltaire shirt looks fantastic in blacklight. The quote ("Those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.") glows, just like it should everywhere. The bathroom fit the place as a whole.
Now I'm in some other coffee shop on Pine & Melrose with wireless access. They're playing "The Wall" at just the right volume that it'd be pretty easy to have a conversation with someone sitting next to you. Lots of people with laptops and/or studying. The walls are bookshelves which they are unafraid of covering with numbered paintings that are both less pretentious and more creative than what I usually see in Minneapolis coffee shops.
Whee, it's "Money" by Pink Floyd.