We Don't Want to Play With Ballard's Blocks
We visited the Ballard Blocks so you don't have to, and having been inside the belly of the beast, we can say with some certainty: it's a sign of the a-BLOCKS-calypse.
We know you love your Trader Joes, but we're not the only ones who think the Ballard Blocks is butt-ugly.
From the inside, things look better. There's a lovely 3-lane lap pool at the new LA Fitness with a nice view--but do they have to plaster the place with cheesy slogans like "Sweat plus sacrifice equals success?" We didn't step into Seattle Suntan because we already have a Seattle suntan, which is no tan at all. The mammoth parking structure striped wide enough for SUVs is not yet full, perhaps because the Blocks lacks an anchor tenant.
No one knows what will become of the old lady's house that the Blocks threatens to consume. But one thing is certain, once you enter the giant, corporate structure, you're not in Ballard anymore.
