Let me start by getting this out of the way. I ate a Big Bag of Dick's.
That won't be the last time I say Big Bag of Dick's during this blog post, and in fact I might be going out of my way to say Big Bag of Dick's as many times as I think I can get away with. Listen. You look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn't do the same.
Of course I'm referring to the iconic Seattle institution of Dick's Drive-In. They make a basic but well-executed hamburger, and some decent fries. It's one of those places you crawl out to after happy hour to soak up some of the night's indiscretions. Or, if you're like me, you go so that you can type Big Bag of Dick's six or seven times in a single blog post.
The real shame of my time in Seattle is that it wasn't until nigh on my last few nights there that I discovered how much a single train stop on the light rail opened up my culinary possibilities. The restaurants in the downtown area where I was staying aren't horrible by any stretch of the imagination, but the happy hour crowd and lack of selection does start to wear one down after a week or two.
Big Bag of Dick's. ahem
Let me also tell you about Tacos Chukis because, oh my god, Tacos Chukis. I'd link you to their website, but they don't have one. I'd tell you how to get there, but you wouldn't be able to find it. My recommendation is to get off the Link at the Capitol Hill district and then start asking around like some kind of Taco Banshee until someone points you to the right alley. You'll think they're trying to direct you towards a horror movie set, but the more certain you are that you're about to get murdered the closer you are to the best tacos I've had north of San Jose.
A bit down the murder alley there will be a set of wooden steps. At the top of the stairs is what looks like an abandoned strip mall. At the end of the strip mall is Tacos Chukis. There are maybe seven things on the menu. Six kinds of taco and one kind of burrito. Get them all. Or at least the ones that call to your heart. I'm pretty sure the only wrong order is to not order. Tacos Chukis will haunt my dreams.
There's also apparently a second location in the heart of the "tech-bro" part of downtown, but I think that's missing entirely how much of Tacos Chukis is the journey rather than the destination. It might be easier to get to that location, but I think you're probably missing out on some quality adventure. So take my recommendation. Cap Hill. Taco Banshee. It'll be a story you tell your friends for weeks. Also there's a Dick's there.