Really nice staff; they were helpful, kind and service with a smile…read more Theatre appeared clean inside and outside. This is so nice to see! Reclining chairs with tables were nice and cushioned, it was relaxing. It made for a nice enjoyable experience. Popcorn not so great, flavor tasted bitter and kind of stale.

Visiting the Galaxy Theater in Gig Harbor has always been a bitter-sweet occurrence for my bride…read moreand me. It's a nice, clean facility, and there always seems to plenty of seats - which may say more for our taste in cinema than the lack of patrons for a particular showing. The staff are always pleasant, if not a little condescending when going into explicit detail about how to find your way to any one of the 11 screens - including the mighty and deafening IMAX Theater. (Basically, it's either left, or right.) After living here for over a decade, we had never seen a show at this IMAX, so we were excited about what we were about to experience for the premium price of around $50 for two adults - one who is just 6-months from getting that $2.00 senior discount. Those first 64 years was worth the wait. After receiving our navigation instructions from the teenager scanning our tickets, we took a dangerous detour to the counter where wine, beer, chicken fingers and burnt hotdog ends and very possibly marijuana is sold. We ordered a medium bag of popcorn (extra butter substitute) and two soft drinks. Being a slightly awkward grouping of containers, we asked for one of those thin, collapsable cardboard caddies. "OK. But they're twenty-five cents" the barkeep said in a way that made me feel dirty for asking. "Ok. I think I have a quarter in one of my pockets." I didn't want to use my debit card again after spending twenty-seven dollars on the sodas and popcorn. After cautiously sliding my lint-covered quarter across the counter towards the barkeep, he reached down and pulled a flat piece of the stiff beige paper up and in three seconds created an origami in the shape of an open-faced box and handed it over. Now we were prepared to be amazed by the IMAX that was looming at the end of the hall past the first five inferior screens filled with parents and toddlers in one and surly teens in the other. The IMAX with its large entrance area was devoid of any flat surfaces on which to rest our 25-cent caddy loaded with top-heavy sodas and popcorn when my better half asked me which seats we were assigned to. Of course, by this time, I had completely forgotten what the young man who scanned my ticket had told me, as it was all I could do to remember how to get there in the first place. With no table or chairs to rest the caddy and my wife unable to juggle that plus her handbag while also providing me with an array of good ideas about finding tickets and not forgetting seat numbers in the first place, I had to squat to the floor and set the caddy down, stand up again to find the tickets in the third pocket I checked. With that settled, I squatted unsteadily and recovered the origami holding our salty and sweet payload and stepped into the Amazing IMAX Theater. The first thing we noticed were the seats. Those sitting in them on the first row to our right looked so small - only heads, arms and legs were visible. No torsos. The cushions had collapsed to the point of nearly swallowing their occupants like an orange Venus Flytrap with an appetite for senior citizens. As we continued, we saw some seats that were empty, showing their cracked leather like something you'd find in a "57 Nash at a Pick and Pull. We made it to our seats closer to the top of the stands and found that the armrest had apparently been attacked by one Frederick Krueger. After swinging the old, stained wooden tray out of the way, I turned around and slowly descended into my seat. The experience lasted longer than it should have. I knew that after I had passed the point where I thought I should stop sinking and seeing my knees from an entirely new perspective, I was probably going to yell "I've sunken in an IMAX seat and I can't get up!" The horsehair or whatever was used to stuff these seats was likely gleaned from the unfortunate casualties in the Civil War. The leather-like material covering them was a wrinkled mess reminiscent of a very old elephant's derriere, and to complete the horror of it all, there were no toggle to press to recline and/or raise one's legs like the other 10 screens at the Gig Harbor Galaxy. This - was just - a chair. The Mighty IMAX struck out with this patron. But Elvis was the best 90-minutes I've spent watching anything for a while. The popcorn was pretty good, too. The origami caddy is on my kitchen counter waiting to be used another day.

I came here with my parents the other day to do some strawberry picking while they were visiting…read more We all had a great time and got some delicious strawberries! The parking lot for pickers is just north of the address on Yelp but they had plenty of signs that made it easy to find. You have to go down a gravel road to get there so keep that in mind if you don't want your car getting dirty. They had quite a few rows of strawberries for picking, and had 4 different varieties available. We also saw some apple trees where the apples were growing for picking in the fall and some peach trees. They also have veggies to pick but we didn't walk that far back. A lot of the strawberry plants had been pretty picked over but still had plenty of fruit if you pulled up the leaves and looked. We ended up picking about 3 lbs of fruit to take home. The fields are super dusty so make sure to wear sneakers you don't care about because they will get covered in dirt. We enjoyed a relaxing time picking berries and enjoying the beautiful views. I will definitely be back with my husband and daughter to enjoy picking some more fruit.

As soon as we turned onto the dirt path, a breeze rolled through the front strawberry field and…read moreswept into the car. The scent hit us--warm, sweet, and sun-soaked and in that instant, we knew we were exactly where we were meant to be. No one can convince me there's a better smell on this planet than fresh strawberries in the summer breeze. Not rain, not bread, not even raspberries--though those came in close second. Bailey's Farm is a dream. My mom and I spent the afternoon picking strawberries and raspberries together, surrounded by blooming fields and buzzing bees. The strawberries were bright red, perfectly ripe, and so fragrant it felt like walking through a natural perfume. That smell alone could heal your entire nervous system. The raspberries were generous and delicious too, but it was the strawberries that made time stop. We picked slowly, laughed often, and let the wind guide us from row to row. It wasn't just a farm--it was a pause button in the middle of our road trip, and a memory I'll hold close forever. The only thing that could use improvement is the parking lot. The entrance and exit are one-way, but it's not clearly marked. It's a small detail, but clearer signage would make arrival smoother. Still, nothing compares to stepping out of the car and into that scent. Bailey's Farm gives you more than berries--it gives you a reason to breathe deeper. And I already can't wait to go back.

My family and I have been waiting for Pica to open and go there for over 15 years. We travel farter…read morebecause they are locally owned The main reason is that they are THE BEST TASTING STRAWBERIES THAT WE HAVE HAD NEVER TOO RIPE BUT ALWAYS JUST RIPE. We buy them for ourselves and our neighbors. Lot of of pies and of berries and whipped cream or ice cream or cookies. The best.

Last weekend in June to experience U-Pick Strawberries at most farms in the PNW. Picha Farms is…read moreabout 15 minutes away from us, so we headed out early Sunday morning to pick some strawberries. It was a bit confusing determining where we needed to go. We used Google Maps and it defaulted us to what appeared to be the prepicked strawberries and berries concession. I had to look back on the Instagram page to figure out where the actual plot of land was designated the U-Pick for the day. That was a bit frustrating because it was a video of a screenshot of where to go. No actual address to plug into the map, not even coordinates. The strawberries are $4.15/lb, which is fairly priced. The strawberries that we were picking in our designated row were very small; some were over ripped as well. We didn't stay too long, maybe 30 minutes or so. Our total was $9.50, so a little over two pounds.

Went strawberry picking with a 5 year old! It was such a great experience. If you use Apple Maps to…read moreget here, the GPS will tell you that you've arrived - but really you'll need to keep following the posted signage for .5 miles! I'd recommend going early to pick strawberries so you aren't stuck in the heat. When you arrive, go to the stand to grab a box and then start picking away! The strawberries were ripe and there were plenty to pick from.

We stopped and bought some strawberries today and they were spectacular. We received the tip to…read morevisit Duris today from our waitress Lisa at Mama Stortini's during lunch. She said they have great produce so we stopped there on the way home along River road and I'm so glad we did. They had big juicy sweet strawberries picked today just like she said. It was a great tip so I'm paying it forward for anyone who is looking for strawberries. It's best to call them before you go since when they run out, they close and we barely made in time after a late lunch. They only had a few half flats of strawberries bu the time we got there. GPS got us there the back way but once we found it, I have to say it's very easy to find.