13 Coins is supposed to be a Seattle institution. Frankly, that's really sad.
Granted, the cummerbund and bow tie wearing wait staff look kitschy and the 6 foot tall leather booths make you feel like you're eating with Joe Pesci in Goodfellas. However, the service also reminds me of violent, paranoid hit men and the food is less than great.
Finally, be sure to skip rent before paying the bill because 13 Coins has the most expensive, mediocre food around. Plus, you get to share your personal space with drunk high school students. Joy.