Another year, another five pounds around this columnist's belt line. While it'd be great to chalk such a fattening up to age and the accompanying slovenly metabolism, that'd only be a half-truth. This column and this column alone keeps me insulated in the winter months (and sweaty in the summer), and 2009 brought its share of memorable Bottomfeeding excursions. Below are seven that spring readily to mind, in no particular order:
Ordering off both menus for lunch at the hybrid KFC-Taco Bell on Lower Queen Anne. Somehow, this experience made me think of Beyonce Knowles, Scarlett Johansson, and Mary Louise Parker, and not ass confetti.
Chatting with the Little Red Hen's spectacularly versatile short order cook. If chef Erwin "Cookie" Bootsyball's Filipino-American menu isn't broad enough for you (and it should be), he's happy to take requests--just like the karaoke DJs at this storied Greenlake honky tonk.
Eating pizza and dodging ankle-biters at the Lynnwood Chuck E. Cheese. Amidst reports that the franchise had gotten seriously dangerous, I found it to have instead abandoned its capitalistic skee-ball principles and improved its pie.
Wolfing down Tacoma's best burgers and pizza--in one afternoon. Eating a burger and fries at Frisko Freeze for lunch, killing five hours roaming around T-Town, then washing it down with the Cloverleaf's inimitable cracker-crust pizza and several beers is what every 10-year-old dreams of doing once they're out from under mom's broccoli-stained thumb.
Midway Donuts' buttermilk bar. Pacific Highway is filling up with fast food places that make gyros, Philly steaks, teriyaki, and fish and chips--all in the same kitchen. But only this place reminded us of a time--a time before bagels--when the local doughnut shop reigned supreme.
Eating a gourmet meal at a UW frat house.Eating a made-from-scratch, locally-sourced meal of pot roast, squash, and twice-baked potatoes--prepared by a female chef, no less--at Alpha Sigma Phi had to be the most unexpected experience of 2009.
A New Year's Eve bacon burger on Vashon Island that I'll remember more than any other bacon burger I've ever eaten in my life. Perry's, on Vashon, makes sensational burgers. That's not why they'll be forever embedded in my cranium. Rather, I'll always remember Perry's because it's where I purchased my last meal before proposing to the wonderful woman who's now my wife.