My favorite pub in Seattle – as seen in the Stranger’s eyes
“It is a dark and stormy night. A dog with a big head is coming out of the White Horse Trading Company; this tiny pub on Post Alley is the kind of place where dogs with big heads are welcomed, health code be damned. Inside, a staggering amount of stuff is stuck to the walls and suspended from the low ceiling— a saddle, boxing gloves, big golden keys, lanterns, many a portrait of a handsome horse in profile, at least three birdcages, a Thom Jones poster.”