McMenamins and the Honey Bucket

After packing up our motel camp we set out for breakfast. Mike had searched out a place to eat, but all I could get out of him was "McMenamins! McMenamins! I can't believe they have one of those here!" It sounded like a made up place (and made up word) to me so I simply tagged along (not much choice when you're sharing one ride) and awaited the unknown. Turns out, it was a really cool spot, apparently this chain of restaurants/hotels uses old buildings to set up shop in, but retains some of the previous elements. I think ours had once been an old church because instead of booths there were pews.

 

Afterwards we set forth for Port Townsend. On the way we crossed a couple of bridges, passed through Gig Harbour, found a Meredith Street (too bad they made a typo...), went to Seabeck for a u-turn, caught a glimpse of the Olympic mountains, and stopped for gas in Beaver Valley. 

At the Beaver Valley gas station, the following scenario took place:

Mike: Do you have a washroom?

Man behind the counter: Honey bucket (while pointing in the direction we came from)

Mike: Uh, a bathroom? Toilet?

Man behind the counter: Yes, honey bucket (more pointing)

Mike: Is that a restaurant? We must've missed it on the way in...where? (looks over at me questioningly)

Man behind the counter: Honey bucket.

Mike: Ok, thanks.

Not entirely convinced this gas station didn't have some sort of facilities nearby we walked around the building in the direction we'd been shown and found...the honey bucket. Not a restaurant, or a coffee shop, but a well-known brand of outhouse. Well-known to everyone but us.

A short ride later and we had arrived in Port Townsend. With a forecast for high winds and more rain overnight, we once again opted for the kind of accommodation involving doors and roof over our heads as opposed to our tent. We had a drink at the nearby "Pourhouse" taproom and bottle shop and walked into town to take in some of the local sights. Dinner was followed by a movie (Jiro Dreams of Sushi) at the historic Rose Theatre with some of their legendary popcorn, and made our way back along the beach.