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I always make a trek into the beloved Comet when I’m in town. My first visit was during the day, about 1 p.m. I witnessed a construction worker come in and order a glass of zinfindel. Which is laughable, since it’s the Comet.

So the bartender pours the wine in a small glass and serves it. The guy starts arguring with the bartender and demands a wine glass. The Comet doesn’t have wine glasses. It’s the Comet. Thus, an argument ensues and the man begins to trash the Comet for their lack of proper barware. I was hoping for some serious fisticuffs but the guy just walked away and bitched.

Mere moments a guy sat down at the bar and began yelling about how much he hated Seattle.

I love the Comet. Take good care of your bartender.

The best place in the world as far as I’m concerned to get a mocha. It’s the first thing I go when my plane lands in Seattle.