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To fully understand the city of Seattle's economy, character, and beauty, you sometimes have to head out on the water.

The Port of Seattle has been conducting educational tours of key Port facilities to alert community leaders and media to the importance of Seattle's maritime industry and the many issues challenging that industry.

This past Wednesday, the Port hosted Ship Canal 101, an afternoon cruise from Fishermen's Terminal to the Fremont Bridge, then to the Hiram Chittenden locks, and back to the Terminal. The tour was narrated by many of the business owners and employees of the--surprisingly--large number of businesses in this short, narrow corridor.

There's no doubt that such tours are good PR, but that aside, there's plenty to learn.

Leaving from Fisherman’s Terminal, you get a great view of the size and scope of the city's Pacific fishing fleet. For all the talk of Seattle as a biotech center, a software empire, and aviation powerhouse, a large chunk of the city's economy is still tied up to the docks at the terminal, one of the major fishing ports along the coast prized for its protected freshwater berths (salt water is murderously tough on steel hulls), access to repair facilities, and transportation to waiting markets. The Port estimates that the activity at the port annually generates 4,000 jobs, half a billion in wages, $200 million in business revenue, and $37 million in state and local taxes.... (more)

Chinook's cioppino is delicious and will rob you of your dignity.

Saturday noon-time my girlfriend and I are discussing where to get seafood for lunch, which has always proved problematic in Seattle, where a proximity to water and a supply of talented chefs rarely seems to result in a decently priced seafood meal. So we decide to bank on a proven commodity—Chinook's at Fishermen's Terminal in Magnolia.

Just to make the drive over a little more exciting, once we're in the car we decide not to map the route using our iPhones and just wing it by memory and luck. We've only lived in Seattle for seven years, which means I've only ever had to go to Magnolia twice: once for our first visit to Chinook's, and once a few years earlier to attend the filming of a hardcore porno.

We take Highway 99 north to the south end of the Aurora Bridge, where we turn off at the sign for the Queen Anne U-Turn, which nevertheless leaves us headed vaguely northwest rather than south. From there, we follow the signs toward Seattle Pacific University until we hit a street called Nickerson that jogs a memory of some sort, and leads us to the MC Escher-designed Ballard Bridge, where—in a rare instance of public art taking precedence over urban efficiency—motorists get to enjoy taking two lefts through an intersection in the sky in order to go straight on the same road. And then you're pretty much at Fishermen's Terminal.

Congratulating ourselves on getting less lost than the last time, when we actually did use Google Maps on an iPhone to get there, we wait for a moment at the front until our waiter comes to seat us. A baby-faced man whose name I later learn is Oliver, he sort of squints at me as he leads us to our table and then asks, "Have I served you before?"

Oliver was, in fact, the man who served us the previous time, and although I'm suspecting this is some sort of gimmick, I compliment Oliver on his memory. Laughing and shaking his head in a self-deprecating manner, he demurs: "Well, you did remember me, too."... (more)