Head down to Ivars at Pier 54. They are fat and fast.
While waiting for our ferry to Bainbridge, we walked over to check out the fire boats next to Ivars. Judah, eating his PBJ, held up his hand to point at the fatty-fat-fat Seagulls. Just as he did the seavulture swiped the PBJ right out of his hand. We all stood there in amazement. Then Judah yelled, “Bad Seagulls! Give me back my sandwich!” Add fat seagulls to the list of why I love Seattle!