Hungrygrrl

Mid-afternoon the day after thanksgiving and Cobe and I were starving. We were wandering around home depot looking for light fixtures and managed to ward off thoughts of cheap-yet-filling hotdogs, instead driving to Smarty Pants in Georgetown.

It was 2:30 when we walked in. We could see breakfast burritos coming out of the kitchen loaded with crispy homefries. Our waitress, green haired and sporting a nose bar and multple lower lip piercings watched us sit down. “Brunch is over,” she said, snatching the menus away and leaving the lunch menus. We sighed and ordered two Manny’s.

Smarty Pants (like most of Georgetown) caters to the multi-tatooed, multi-pierced, wanna-be biker crowd. The wall was littered with motorcycle paraphernalia, they were blasting ACDC and most of the crowd had the same tattoos as our waitress. But out front? A line of old-school mopeds. It was like a pseudo-biker bar. The conversation of the guys next to us leaned more towards the behavior of their 2 year olds.

I ordered the meaty chili (“best this side of the duwamish”) and Cobe got the turkey and cheese sandwich. The sandwich was not my style, I hate that grilled turkey and cheese thing and it had fake avocado spread instead of real avocados, but the chili was the real deal. Big chunks of ground meat, tomatoes and kidney beans with this subtle sweet spiciness. No oil-slick on the top, no mountains of flavorless chili powder, just meat. Topped with a little scallions and cheddar.

My side salad was the typical flavorless winter tomatoes and cucumbers with bottle vinaigarette and lettuce, but it was a mountain of a thing for like 5 bucks.

Good stuff, all in all. And I bet those homefries rock.

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Smarty Pants
6017 Airport Way S, Seattle, WA. 98108
206-762-4777
http://www.smartypantsseattle.com