"TO VENTURE INTO THE TIN ROOM..."
"...is to inhabit a latter-day Norman Rockwell illustration where eclectic crowds of friendly neighbors gather to lift a glass and a fork. It's where a pair of handsome hounds are tied to a post out front, a couple of TVs are tuned to the game, and two Mac and Jacks into an evening you realize there's no place else you'd rather be." -Nancy Leson, Seattle TimesTin Room is the hangout every neighborhood wishes it had: rich with history, gushing atmosphere, overflowing with regulars, and spot-on at delivering the very eats and drinks we crave. Note the corrugated tin walls and sheet metal roller above the long bar—markers of this skinny room’s past life as Ernie and Phyllis Eder’s Hi-Line Tin Shop. (Eder’s old benches inlaid with his tin templates serve as tables.) Maybe it’s this deeply authentic sense of place, or the fact that the noshes are consistently better than they need to be (grilled marinated flank steak sandwich with cilantro aioli, grilled double-smoked pork sausage with apple chutney and hot mustard, and grilled meatloaf with mushroom bourbon gravy). Perhaps it’s the enchanting fact that they insist upon making all their cocktails with fresh-squeezed juices and nary a mix in sight. Whatever the reason, Burien oldsters, families, and after-work cocktailers have embraced the Tin Room as their “third place” of choice.
