Description
When you walk into a bar of Norwegian nomenclature in a historically Scandinavian neighborhood (aka Ballard), the last thing you expect to see on the menu is really tasty Southern barbecue. But that's exactly what the kitchen here delivers. Its Sloppy Joe is called a Sloppy Sven, and the chili is quite good. But make no mistake about it: The Viking is still a bar for drinkers, by drinkers. It's a low-slung hole-in-the-wall where salty old men while away a bright sunny day. The food is just there to soak up the Rainier.
