I’m sure longtime locals have fonder and more disturbing memories of The Olde Shipwreck, the Tideflats roadhouse that could be our next Kalakala.
I’ve only been in Tacoma for two years. I visited the Shipwreck about a half dozen times, including ill-fated prime rib and wet T-shirt nights.
Here’s what I remember best about The Olde Shipwreck, from my mental notebook of Jan. 1, 2005:
I walked up to the bar and ordered a burger, a Reuben and a chicken sandwich with fries.
The lady who took my order was busy eating peanut butter out of a jar, with her fingers.
When the food came, the order was screwed up.
And so, too, was the waitress, who turned out to be the same peanut-butter-eating gal who took the order.
“I’m soooo hung over,” she said.
It was approximately 8 p.m.