There are many reasons you might adopt this as your local. I did, for a good long while, until I moved out of walking-home distance. Their beer is well chosen, their tap selection cycles regularly, and they take care of the machinery what gets you your beer. Although I usually stick with one of their IPAs, they were extraordinarily early-adopters of Manny’s Pale (Georgetown Brewing) and had a supply of Olympia-stubbies that lasted longer than any other pub I’m aware of. They serve Vita coffee (but not espresso) and have one of those fairly ubiquitous Jagermeister cooling/dispensing machines. Although my impression is that beer dominates, they have a solid selection of middle-to-midupper shelf spirits.
A good game of pool can be had. Two pool tables are well cared for and re-felted more often than you will usually see. The house-cues are generally of good quality and replaced when necessary. The pool-playing regulars are fairly skilled, but come well shy of elasmobranchial.
The food is more than adequate—pizzas well dressed with a cracker-y crust; burgers and chicken sandwiches much better than average; a Caesar large enough for two; fish-n-chips tender, flaky, and crispy; and more ambitious (generally successful) items. The fries are seasoned with a blend that disorients me but certainly enjoyed by most.
In sum, a great place to do most anything legal. On the downside, the Park is on the east side of the street, with a wall of windows to the west. As everyone with large western windows can understand, the pub heats up in a hurry on Seattle what-passes-for-summer days. Also, though I smoke and it doesn’t bother me, the Park can get quite smoky at times, despite efforts to improve ventilation.