Absolutely without question, Seattle, East Duwamish Waterway, south of Terminal 30, a tiny cafe on pilings over the water called "The Sea Hag". It had one of those old stamped tin ceilings, originally pale green, stained brown with a hundred years of tobacco smoke, board floors. The men's bathroom was about 4'x6', filthy cracked sink, ancient funnel shaped toilet that was 'straight through' right into Elliot Bay. Longshoremen's hangout, I went there first time on a dare, ordered a helluva fine big breakfast, no GI schidts, and returned many times for good workingmans plain food and lots of it. Sad to see it go away in the early 70's.
