This is what has become of the legendary Turf. Aside from the name, not much has changed. On the plus side, only one dude was puking at his table. Couldn’t quite wrap my brain around the guy in the wheelchair out front whipping himself in the head with a seat belt buckle. Repeatedly. There is always something shady going on in here, but it’s one of the happiest gang of degenerates you’ve ever been slightly afraid of.
Ludi’s, Downtown, Seattle.
