The Pacific Inn Pub at the bottom of Stone Way, just a few steps away, really, from Lake Union, was a little dive Cody had discovered and fallen in love with when he moved to the Fremont neighborhood several years ago. There was nothing gay or trendy or hip about the place. It was just a small bar that served food. Part of that food was the best, in Cody’s opinion, fish and chips in town. Perfectly seasoned and breaded with panko and herbs, the fish was a revelation. And Cody liked the atmosphere, the walls decorated with photos of historic Seattle. It was unpretentious.
He probably could have brought along Ryder, since the day was nice and Pacific Inn had an outdoor deck off the back where they probably wouldn’t object to Ryder’s presence (the bar was a pretty laid-back place), but he wa
