Hey Seattle,
In the play Come from Away, there’s a song where the locals offer to make their visitors honorary Newfoundlanders by making them drink terrible alcohol and kiss a freshly caught cod.
This got me thinking: what kind of silly ritual could be used to dub someone an honorary Seattleite?
Eat a teriyaki chicken take-out meal on a clear day while loudly proclaiming that “The mountain is out!”
As someone who grew up with real teriyaki from Japan (yes, I know that the story is “real teriyaki” is from here, but the Japanese style of making it is not), I feel this so much. I’m with you on the mountain being out, but the teriyaki is American style (not my preference) and I will die on that hill.