"Pay someone to stand in line for you" at this "tiny", "packed-to-the-gills" midpriced Ballard seafooder, where bivalve fans slurp "expertly shucked oysters" at the zinc bar, and tuck into "interesting" American small plates that are "100% Seattle"; "informative" servers guide you through ordering, while the simple, whitewashed "post-industrial" decor feels "classic and hip at the same time."
Taking its name from the Lewis Carroll poem and set at the back of a converted commercial building on shady Ballard Avenue, this oyster bar has the look and feel of someplace that catered to walrus-mustached fisherman and carpenters a century ago. The casual, cozy restaurant does plenty of seafood dishes, but the main reason to eat here is for fresh oysters on the half shell. On any given...