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Shortly after the 1st of the year, I walked into the lounge at Maharaja in the West Seattle Junction and realized it was a dive

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How I Learned to Stop Pouting and Love the Revamped Maharaja

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Shortly after the 1st of the year, I walked into the lounge at Maharaja in the West Seattle Junction and realized it was a dive no more. Hence, it has been relegated to the "Ghosts of Dive Bars Past" section of my upcoming book, Seattle's Best Dive Bars: Drinking & Diving in the Emerald City, to be released in early April.

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.

 
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