Results tagged “barbecue”

We were standing at the corner of 15th and East Pine the other night when we sniffed barbecue. We remembered suddenly that CHS had mentioned something about Gert's BBQ moving into the neighborhood--and there they were, in the parking lot across from Anchovies & Olives.

Fans of yum will be descending on Columbia City this evening for the official opening of Gert's BBQ's mobile location. They'll be open tonight from 3-10 in the Columbia Plaza parking lot at 4801 Rainier Ave S.

John is renting a cabin a few miles outside of Leavenworth that he found on the internet. If it isn't filled with spiders or a meth lab he will probably consider the experience a success.

Last month, Ron from Beacon Hill commented that he prefers Roy's BBQ to the nearby Jones BBQ. This spurred us to get off our ass and finally check Roy's out. The verdict: hot damn, that's a good sandwich.

Seattlest has long been an on-again-off-again vegetarian. Our last fall from herbivorous grace came in our New York City-living days, when our girlfriend at the time's dad cooked us up a burger and some hotdogs. We didn't have the heart to say no, and they just smelled so good. Thank God, because we wound up moving to New Orleans, where life is meaningless without a good roast beef po-boy and all the juice it produces in a steady stream up (down?) your arm.

Hillary Clinton's conviction that our next president must be a "fighter" now has literal representation: Fighter of Foo Dave Grohl has announced his candidacy as an Independent.

Though Seattlest would love nothing more than to give you a proper review of the KEXP barbecue, we've come to the stinging conclusion that it's simply not in the cards. We just got a work deadline thrown at us like a ton of cliches and this is the best we can do for you right now.

Can you think of a better way to spend your Saturday than kicking back on the lawn, chowing on a burger and listening to great live music?

Evidently, you can’t just toss some crunchy vegetables with a mayonnaise-type dressing and call it cole slaw. Well, technically that’s not true. You could, but then you would be subject to censure and ridicule. Like us.

Note to editors of Seattlest: not all your readers (or contributors) care that much (i.e., to the exclusion of all else) about outdoor festival music. [Ed. Note: We took a vote and after this post we're all Bumber all the time. Sorry.] No matter. Labor Day weekend has come and gone, signaling the end of Bumbershoot (see the last 27 Seattlest posts), summertime picnics and backyard BBQ.

It’s probably been more than a year since we hauled our butts over the bridge for some Dixie’s BBQ, and we are thrilled to report that almost nothing has changed. We lived in Bellevue a very long time ago and used to line up at least once a week in the parking lot under the 405/520 interchange for a heaping helping of luscious, generously sauced, falling apart beef brisket barbecue served on a wonderfully inconsequential bun (perfect for absorbing sauce but completely flavorless on its own, just the way we think it should be). Gene Porter, owner and Master of Ceremonies, used to, and still does, walk up and down the line (unless you get there at 11 when they open, or it’s raining hard, there is always a very long, annoyingly slow line) yelling and mumbling incoherently and offering tastes of The Man, the most ridiculously hot sauce ever made by anyone, anywhere. You can tell the newbies by the fright in their eyes, and the way they avoid making eye contact with him. You can tell the real aficionados who stop him to chat (he’s actually a very nice guy) and to ask what the hell is taking so long.

The ad in the Weekly caught our eye: Opium! Graft! Sex! Debauchery! All this printed over a picture of a moll who'd fit right in at Belltown's Whisky Bar.

Ah, the summer season is now in full swing, and Seattlest couldn't be happier. Not because of the warm weather, which we can take or leave, but because of all the festivals occuring throughout the area. And when you say festivals, what jumps to our minds is food! Specifically "fair food".

In case you haven't quite had your fill of Death Cab for Cutie cameos (the O.C.) or interviews (we talked to British Sea Power yesterday) recently, guitarist Christopher Walla interviews writer and NPR great Sarah Vowell at Salon.com today. Vowell's book "The Partly Cloudy Patriot" apparently had quite an effect on Walla and led him to purchase multiple copies for friends and family and, eventually, brought about this interview.