A quarter century ago, it was Seattle’s original cult restaurant, with a the signless entrance in Post Alley that belies the cavernous theatrical dining room within. Beyond that, a patio absolutely worth braving the tourist hordes on summer afternoons: a light-strung, lattice-shaded hideaway where you can drink negronis against an Elliott Bay backdrop. The menu is straightforward Italian, the lasagna its star—an unexpectedly nuanced combo of pesto, bechamel, and herb-flecked tomato sauce on house spinach noodles. The Door has never been about the food, a list of pastas and seafoods that unreliably satisfy. But we dare you to stop going. Not wheelchair accessible.