This week was Best of Seattle week--a huge deal for us, hopefully equally huge for you. But since we were so focused on all things>"/>
This week was Best of Seattle week--a huge deal for us, hopefully equally huge for you. But since we were so focused on all things Best of Seattle, our obsession translated through to the Voracious blog in a big way, with two or three of our biggest posts being totally Best of Seattle-related.
Can you tell that I'm trying to get you to click on that Best of Seattle link?
Still, not everything we did was related to that super-fantastic, extra-sensational list of the best of the best of the best of everything this city has to offer. No, some other stuff happened, too. And the Voracious staff was there to report the crap out of it.
Like how 'bout this history of the rise and fall of Pizza Haven--the Ron Burgundy of pizzerias--courtesy of Bottomfeeder?
We had the opening of a wine superstore (seriously, it's 23,000 square feet) in Wallingford and a breakfast sandwich face-off between Metropolitan Market and Whole Foods. Angela Garbes wrote about Smurf testicles (blue potatoes, really). Maria Hines kicked ass on Iron Chef America. We discovered that not every food tastes better on a stick, and came up with a list of the worst stick-based foods imaginable (like seahorses, for example). And then we had to write a little more about Hines on Iron Chef simply because of this: a photo of one of the dishes cooked by Iron Chef Morimoto. It takes a big man to brand his initials onto a plate of fish and chips. And it takes a really, really strange one to make a little chair for the chips to sit on.
Who knew Smurfs had such big balls?
On Tuesday, we wrote about shit. No, seriously, we did. More accurately, we wrote about the Whatcom County farmers who unknowingly used manure tainted with herbicide on their crops and accidentally, well, killed them. That was followed by some notes on the Seattle Weekly Homebrew Competition, the Top Five places to pretend it's summer in Seattle, a fucking awesome story about a man, a hatchet, a midget and some crystal meth and the introduction of "Sexy Feast," in which a professional sex educator will talk about the intersection of food and sex in a way that we promise won't be creepy at all.
Want free s'mores? We know where to score 'em. And we know where to get some Jell-O shots to go with 'em. But if you're looking to start your own lemonade stand, you might want to read this post about how John Law is cracking down on adorable neighborhood tykes first.
Michael Pollan is a divisive figure in the food world. But love him or hate him (I do a little of both), he always gets people talking. And this week, people were talking about rich foodies spending $8 on eggs while poor people go to bed hungry each night and how Pollan thinks this is a good thing.
Luckily, police quickly captured the elusive Carrot Stabber before he could kill again.
After that, we opened up a discussion for those pissed off about the Best of Seattle awards we'd handed out--giving space to anyone who wanted to call us names or question our credibility when it came to eating cheeseburgers and tofu, talked about tacos and Somalian smoothies, and ate donuts. Lots and lots of donuts.
And finally, what better way to end a busy week than by picking a fight, right? So that's just what we did--calling out the "coup-counting, lock-jawed, cake-eating, nose-in-the-air dimwits who with sticks planted firmly in their flabby asses will make their weekly cruise out to the hottest addresses in town, get weak little culinary boners over year-dead trends, focused-grouped Frog-humping menus and anyone doing New American comfort food or French-Asian fusion in million-dollar spaces; who will swoon after "discovering" restaurants with 200 Yelp reviews, dismiss cheeseburgers and chicken-fried steak and sloppy tacos and Americanized Chinese food as beneath their notice, but go fucking bonkers for any restaurant that name-checks a farm on its menu." Foodies, in other words--the sworn and bitter enemy of all right-thinking food nerds and obsessive lovers of fried chicken, tacos, fufu and barbecue.
And that was the week that was, folks--a big one for all involved. So have a great weekend, everyone. Eat something weird with someone you love. And I'll see you all back here bright and early Monday morning for another week's worth of all the food news that matters.