Ulrika Larsson, Nate Kruz, Gwen Stubbs, and Amy Tisdale are four friends who toyed with the idea of starting a…
Full disclosure: I played high-school football for Brock Huard’s dad, Mike, at Puyallup High School. Brock, of course, following in…
In the year since Seattle’s favorite bartender, Murray Stenson, left The Zig Zag for (eventually) the stellar Capitol Hill newcomer…
We’re a sucker for the company logo—the tentacles of an octopus—but it’s what’s inside those elegant bottles that really counts,…
There’s no kitsch at Szechuan Chef, located in a Bellevue strip mall. The decor is sleek and understated. This restaurant…
The slender skin-on potatoes at Szmania’s should probably be called French fries fries, since Ludger Szmania insists on frying the…
When it opened a few years ago, Proletariat Pizza, which serves mammoth New York–style pies and local pitchers of beer…
Perhaps it’s the B in Ballard that brings out the neighborhood’s seemingly unquenchable thirst for bourbon. A number of recently…
No meal in the history of meals has ever tasted quite as good as a Big Mac, fries, and an…
Somewhere along the line, Irish pubs in the U District and downtown became the favored hangouts of rowdy frat types,…
With releases from the Walkabouts, J. Pinder, Red Jacket Mine, and others over the past year, Fin Records has established…
There are as many ways to make a meal at Plaka Estiatorio as there are Greek gods. There are entrees,…
Before Seattle was a restaurant town, there was Le Gourmand, quietly espousing, in a clandestine East Ballard storefront, all the…
An ominous sign hangs outside the Shell Station in Georgetown at the corner of Michigan and Corson that reads “fried…
Outdoor drinking in Seattle is like salmon spawning: it’s only possible in a brief window of summer, and the pink…
Perhaps the only thing bagels and barbecue have in common is that top-notch versions of both are rare in Seattle….
Dear Seattle Health Department, The Dray does not allow pets on the premises, only service animals. Don’t believe everything you…
Much has changed in Ballard since Hattie’s Hat served its first thirsty roughneck in 1904 (for one thing, the streets…
The butt of more jokes than perhaps any other Shakespeare play (partly, no doubt, because of the anatomically suggestive name),…
To give you an idea of what a stellar journalist Austin Jenkins is, consider a story he hustled up last…
