Cyclops — Restaurant in Seattle

The slab is cool on your back…

…this is the moment. Well, this is the first moment, in a long group of moments.

The calculations prove that it will tunnel from the last plane of existence to this one five cycles in advance of what the past data predicted. The theory is sound, and from the probes sent there from Sigl through the conduits the material should be sufficient.

It was a one way trip, a singular purpose to see what could hold it back if but for a moment. Then a matter of refinement, of mastering the process, and then of failure as the first Lord of the Galayn went to engage two thousand cycles past as it emerged weakened to the next plane after eliminating the last. It could sever, but not hold.

He’s here.

He knows that what will take place will likely be his final act.

He has planned for it, and drilled on it repeatedly.

His will be a sacrifice of self, of his body and his mind as he rushes to meet the…Void? There is no word to accurately describe it. It is the end.

He places a hand on your shoulder and you feel the warmth radiate from his palm.

“Are you ready? Do you take this burden upon yourself, knowing well what it means?”

You know what it means. You’ll never go home. You’ll never feel the wind on your face. You’ll never enjoy the simple pleasures of the senses. You will have purpose, but that will be the sum of what you are. You will be the cell, and your sacrifice might save unfathomable numbers. You will also be forgotten. You will be a thing. You also might go quite mad. This hasn’t been done before, so truly no one knows what this means.

The words leak from your mouth, “I am aware that this path is unknowable. I accept the uncertainty with fear, but resolve.”

“Only an idiot refuses to feel fear of the unknown. It is the resolve to act in spite of your fears that tells of one’s true value. I must visit her as well, but I shall be back for you when this is over.”

You nod as he departs, and state that now would be the best time to start.

Through this entire time, no one has ever stated that the process would be painless. To the contrary, the stripping of one’s self from one’s physical being should be an exercise in torment the likes of which one has never seen.

As it begins, you can feel your teeth begin to shatter in your mouth in retaliation to the spike of agony that has driven into your sense of self. Your jaw refuses to unclench to allow your screams to break free…

Still...

Fun staff.

And decent beer.

Also, it was my go to for the 3 years I lived in the neighborhood.

Every now and again I return to the city, and revisit my past life. Te see, that this small fragment from eight years ago remains somewhat constant.

To believe...

That perhaps this failing frame is not so different after the years have had their way with it, and truly haven't left me to be a bitter, empty husk.

4/5

But definitely worth a...

Hi there,

I’ll open this review with I never leave reviews or go out of my way to connect with a business after a dining/experience. However, my experience at your establishment with your night bartender was so poor I needed to write this so others could be aware.

We celebrated an opening to an art show next door. We popped in after at 8:30 for a quick drink before we all went our way for the evening. None of us were drunk. We had spent our night at an art opening. Upon entering, the bartender rather rudely asked for our IDs, then let us sit at the table for 15 minutes before we realized there was no service. When we realized there wasn’t, we got up to order our drinks- no biggie. I ordered a margarita and a mojito. He rudely yelled “no mint” then spun around and ignored us. I thought it had to be a joke. I asked him if he was being serious and he again rudely said “No mint, never have had it.” Which is not true because I have had mojitos at your bar before. I told him this. He argued with me and made me feel like I was an absolute terrible person. I then asked if I could just get a vodka lemonade instead of the mojito. He said no lemonade. What bar does not have lemonade on the gun?

He used sour and soda water to mix in with one shot of well vodka. When he rang me up for a house margarita and a single vodka “lemonade”, he provided no itemized receipt but at 25$ bill. I am convinced he overcharged me on purpose.

He told others in our group that he did not sell “pitchers”. I’m not convinced this is true.

Overall, an absolutely TERRIBLE experience. I’ve been to this bar many times and have NEVER had such terrible service or such terrible vibe. Really a bummer from a bar I’ve had relatively decent experiences...

Went for dinner with a friend. The food was yummy, and the atmosphere chill. We walked from his place around 7 p.m., and we had no problem finding a spot on the bar side of the restaurant. (The other side had open tables too). There is street parking available and i am sure some nearby parking lots. The decor was interesting on the bar side with some display shelves and things to look at. It's very eclectic, but i would consider this place more casual. We shared a squash ravioli and a bbq pork slider (both on the special menu). The slider was what toy would expect, but the ravioli was most excellent. We also shared a cup of lentil soup, which was yummy but more tomato based than I prefer ( I avoid nightshades), and we also shared some bean dip with chips. The portions were perfect. The only disappointment was that we were unable to order an additional ravioli to go. They unfortunately ran out ( we had ordered the last one). The bartender was very friendly and attentive. I can't remember his name, but he had short brown hair (i know that's not the most descriptive, ha). But he happily made us some cosmo shots and easily mixed other cocktails. His table maintenance was also great.. prebussing, etc. He had patience with us as we decided what we were going to order, and as we took time catching up. We didn't get a peak at desserts.. but maybe next time! We will be back to try out some more items off...