in Silverlake, WA, awaiting two simultaneous miracles—the reopening of the Federal government which has led to the closing of the Mount St. Helens National Volcanic Monument and the emergence of sunshine. Our wait was in vain.
The nearest city is Castle Rock, a humming burg of 1,982 just off I-5, which bills itself as the “Gateway to Mount St. Helens.”
Our first stop was at Parker’s Steakhouse & Brewery which was recommended to Chuck by a local—that is, if you consider: “It’s not bad” to be a recommendation.
Some have described the interior as being similar to Denny’s or Shoney’s, although I found it to be more “upscale” than either. Still, in my notes, I wrote “clean and new, but nondescript with conflicting messages.” Just inside the doors sat this Victorian-like setee.
I chose the Washington oysters with mushrooms. Since I love both oysters and mushrooms, what could go wrong here? A couple of things.
Parker’s was the Number Two rated restaurant in Castle Rock on tripadvisor.com. I guess others liked it more than we did. We only give it a 2.5 Addie rating—and that may be a gift.
The next day found us back in Castle Rock for pizza at Papa Pete’s Pizza, a small “chain” with four restaurants in the area. This had been rated as the Number Three Castle Rock restaurant on tripadvisor.com, and given our experience the previous day, we weren’t sure what to expect.
We walked into a virtually empty restaurant. “Sit anywhere?” I asked the bored-looking young man behind the order counter.
Chuck went to the counter to place our pizza order and returned with two of the largest glasses of ice tea ever.
Soon our name was called, and Chuck went to retrieve our lunch.
I have to admit that the large sausage pizza was pretty good.
There was a Shakey’s in Iowa City back when Chuck and I were at the U of I. I really don’t remember much about the pizza. I remember sitting at long tables. I remember the ragtime music and the player piano. I remember that the first time we went there Chuck got carded—and I didn’t. Strange what one remembers.
So we had a “pretty good” sausage pizza. Could I leave well enough alone? No. I violated my pizza principle: “stick with the basics.” Papa Pete’s offers a mini pizza—about the size of a “personal” pizza, and I was intrigued by the smoked oyster version.
Had I stuck with the sausage, I probably would have rated Papa Pete’s at 3.5 Addies. But the smoked oysters lowered this to 2.0 Addies—and that may be another gift.