Marymoor Village is slightly to the east of Marymoor Park, where you’ll find Soccer, Cricket and Velodrome-ing going on (and it also looks like baseball happens there). The “Village” part is all new, with shiny happy apartments with shiny little yappy dogs, but the tap rooms are old, one dating back to 1993, a golden age before unsocial media, Friends and the Foo Fighters. The breweries are a short and mostly pleasant walk skirting the park. (Or a not-so-pleasant walk, not skirting the park)
Postdoc is the closest Tap Room, and you’ll typically find a food truck, not so much lurking, but dominating the outside. The taproom always tends to be busy and I always end up at the bar wondering what snap decision I’m going to make. I suggest that you take your time, ignore the people waiting behind you, burning dagger eyes into your pea-brain as you haver between pointless IPA choices when you really should take the plunge into the very dark side – Barrel Aged Russian Imperial Stouts, rich as an oligarch and thick as a dictator. (Subject to availability, of course)
Mac & Jack’s is a short walk from Postdoc, and shorter still if you want to fight your way through a few trees and a bush, which you naturally will after the Russian Imperial Stout. Their staple for me is the African Amber, so called because… Well, I’ve no idea. I have many fond memories of drinking African Amber in the Africa Lounge at SeaTac airport before boarding flights to Texas, on which I was probably way overtalkative for 5 hours. You can be less annoying and sit in the taproom shack sipping and quipping quietly.