But this was no minor facelift we were talking about. This past November, the Maha's owners pimped the lounge the fuck out. It's not even a quasi-dive anymore; all that remains from its previous incarnation are a few framed black and white photographs of Old Seattle and a similarly nostalgic mural. As for the rest of the remodel (completed in November), it's nice: five plasma screens for sports, earth tones galore, and a majestic bar fit for the best bartender in town.
Up until last night, I'd been boycotting the Maharaja, as I'm the type who prefers his bars a little rougher around the edges, and it was my view that the Maha's owners really screwed with a winning formula. But you know what? Bogie the (city's best) bartender is still there, the samosas are still sensational, and it's still one of the few places to serve 11-ounce bottles of Taj Mahal beer, whose manufacturers use such thick glass that it's the only beer where a drinker can credibly say he's been lifting "12-ounce dumbbells" and have gotten an actual workout. (Only they're 11-ounce dumbbells, remember.)
And the fact that both the Cougars and Huskies won (yes, I root for both, despite my purple and gold diploma) on our watch certainly didn't hurt matters.