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It's that time of the year again to cram your body into fine stitched fabric, consume large amounts of pickled cabbage, and slur your speech all in honor of a prince. If you think that we're talking about that 'Fest in Seattle you're mistaken. Far from Bavaria in the South Park neighborhood, Baron has been producing lagers since 2003. On tap at their Greenwood neighborhood taproom the Pillagers Pub is their fall lager, Oktoberfest.

Special to Seattlest by Paul Orch, craft beer advocate and writer

Thankfully on Monday we had an opportunity to purge our system at Latona Pub. They were the tapping the Fremont Brewing Company’s Universale Pale. It felt great to support a local brewery and the event got us excited about our hop harvest. We’re hoping we have enough homegrown hops and coriander to brew a witbier. Growing hops has been a relatively easy process. If you’re interested in having your own hops next year ask your local homebrew supply store about rhizome availability for planting in spring.

• Whenever you feel the need for speed, don't be this kid. The 18-year-old Speed Racer-wannabe was caught on video speeding and weaving along northbound I-5 by the eyes up in the sky of Washington State Patrol's Smokey 3 aircraft.
• Despite the warnings that it's tough to open a bar, we hear more booze will be flowing in Cap Hill soon enough. CHS provides inquiring minds and thirsty palates with details of three bars opening around the 12th and Madison area.

Pillager's Pub, Greenwood (Tuesday, 50-percent-off "house" growler fills; Mon-Sun, $1 off pints) Stagger in from 87th & Greenwood to taste Baron & Three Skulls beers paired side by side with a few guest faves. The draft list is managed by former Duck Island'er Jeremiah Harrison and features--on top of beers and cider--authentic mead. Pull up a battered stool, chew up a $1 pretzel, or play a game of pool--just watch your arse, sharks abound.

Our good friends at the Bottleneck sent out an email this morning to let everybody know that they'll be closed this Sunday and Monday for renovation: "The lounge is expanding and we need a couple of days to take down a wall and regroup. We will re-open at 6 p.m. on Tuesday, August 18th. Can we build it? Yes we can!!" The remodel is just in time for the bar's viewing party for the first episode of the new season of Top Chef, featuring two Seattle competitors, Robin Leventhal (formerly of Crave) and Ashley Merriman of Branzino.

USA plays Mexico in a World Cup qualifier today which is a big deal. (No, really, it is. Don't make us sent Teabaggers to your house).

So the recession has got everyone rethinking how they spend their spare change, even beer lovers. Seattle, much like Portland, is a town overwhelmed with craft beer options at bars and brewpubs, but despite the welcoming waft of citrus, pine, and toffee, there is still a pang of pennypinchers' remorse when you drop six bucks on a pint. Adding happy hour to your craft beer craving solves that problem, so here's the first installment of our craft beer happy hours series. (If your local bar is missed, speak up in the comments, and we will make sure to get it in.)

Oh hi, what's that? We can't hear you over all the drinks and merriment going on at the Lookout (757 Bellevue Ave E) right now. Join us for Seattlest Happy Hour on the patio till 8 p.m. with $4 wells, $3 microbrews, and $4 wine. It's too nice of a day to not be drinking outdoors!

LOVE SEATTLEST? Of course you do! Why else would you be reading this? And if you love Seattlest, you must love liquor and Seattlest writers, and you should therefore attend Seattlest Happy Hour at The Lookout. We'll brook no counterarguments. 5-8 p.m. // The Lookout // 757 Bellevue Ave. E // drink specials: $4 wells, $3 microbrews, and $4 wine

Just a reminder that tomorrow is the latest installation of Seattlest Happy Hour. From 5-8 p.m. we'll be taking in a lovely summer Tuesday on The Lookout's outdoor patio while enjoying their happy hour specials: $4 wells, $3 microbrews, and $4 wine. Join us at the intersection of Bellevue, Bellevue, and Bellevue, but leave your guns at home (or at least don't leave them in the bathroom). Added bonus: the day after tomorrow happens to be our birthday, so we expect all of you to be on hand to buy us drinks. AS GOD INTENDED. See you tomorrow!

The ratio of slutty meat market square footage to respectable business space on Lower Queen Anne is reaching a critical tipping point with Peso’s expansion drawing to a close. While the nearby Spectator and Mecca remain stable, growth up the block is surging as demand for pseudo-tapas and $7 happy hour margaritas skyrockets. This formidable lure has proven an effective draw for white guys in backwards white hats and clingy women with heavy eye makeup.

      

There's a Place Balard (one "l") in southwest Paris, about 20 minutes from the Bastille, the one-time prison at the figurative center of the French Revolution. These days (a week ahead of Bastille Day) the Place de la Bastille is a hub of music and nightlife, much like Seattle's Ballard Avenue on these warm July nights. At the brand new Bastille Café & Bar, a bustling crew of 60 tends to the needs of swarming drinkers and diners. Owners James Weimann (Peso's, Triangle) and Deming Maclise (Caffè Fiorè) recruited industry veterans Shannon Galusha (Veil) to run the kitchen, James Lechner (Café Campagne) to run the dining room and Armin Moloudzadeh (Black Bottle) to run the bar.

We are sad to report the decline of yet another iconic local restaurant. The First Ave. McCormick & Schmick's is not what it used to be. On a sunny Saturday afternoon, the service is inexplicably spotty. One table complains about an undercooked burger. Another patron who'd ordered a burger gets one meant for a different table -- the plate is removed from under his nose, which is unaccountably rude, but at least reminds us of our favorite Fawlty Towers episode.

A note to our city's bar owners and restaurateurs: Are you aware that Seattle has a major league baseball team? It's true! They're called the Mariners, and each of their games are televised for the pleasure of your dining and drinking clientele.

Today marks the 75th anniversary of the end of Prohibition via the 21st Amendment, a.k.a. Repeal Day. It's hard to fathom that for thirteen sad, dark years (1920 to 1933), our fine country was dry (or at least, legally so). Considering earlier this week was also the 75th anniversary of the bloody mary, there's twice as much to celebrate this year.

OBAMA! OBAMA!: No, not that Obama. In fact this event has nothing to do with the President-Elect and everything to do with art--really bad art, to be specific. Spend your Thursday night enjoying (or eviscerating) the Official Bad Art Museum of Art (acronym: OBAMA) at Cafe Racer. Drink some booze, hear a band (called "God's Favorite Beefcake", no less), and enjoy glitter paintings of Elvis...could anything be better? We didn't think so.

Seattle 911 asked the SPD if walking home drunk was legal (it is) and got a really good tip in return: through a service called Anna's Ride Home, thirty bars in town can offer free cab vouchers to drunken patrons in need. You just ask for a voucher, and the server fills out a slip with your address and gives it to the cab driver. Eventually, the bar and the Anna Armstrong White Foundation split your bill. Though it would be a bad idea to go out on the town planning to abuse this service to get home, Anna's Ride Home is a fantastic alternative to driving drunk. Even Vern Fonk thinks so. Thanks, SPD, for the helpful reminder as we head into the drinking holiday season!

No one noticed, but last week the King County health department raised the stakes in the city's war on smoking by suing two bars for failing to comply with the nah-they'll-never-enforce-it rule that prohibits smoking within twenty-five feet of the doors, windows, and vents of bars and restaurants. You may have noticed that the twenty-five-foot rule generally isn't enforced, and smokers seem to wander as far afield as twenty-five inches from the door of most bars before lighting up. Check outside Neumos between sets, the Tractor on weekends and most neighborhood bars any time at all where it's not unusual to see patrons straddling the threshold of a back door; Manny's just inside the bar, American Spirit just out.

• Blogging Georgetown asks a very important question: how clean is your watering hole? The answers are the county health inspection scores for Georgetown bars.
• Lights & Sirens answers the age old question, what's the quickest way to a man's heart? The answer in Tacoma? A cordless drill.
• Continuing the question and answers theme--the Big Blog wants to know what you'd name the newest parks in Seattle?

It took us almost four years to get the nerve up to dine at Fisher Plaza’s Sport restaurant. Any bar that close to Steve Pool and Fox Radio gives us pause. The fact that ABC has random video cameras hanging from the ceiling didn’t help either.

One more event for tonight: Christian Lander, the biting satirist of Stuff White People Like, makes a free appearance tonight at the Hideout (1005 Boren Ave) to shill the book based on his blog. There's a private dinner beforehand--begging the question "Exactly what stuff do white people like to eat?"--but tickets to that portion of the evening are long sold out. Show up any time after 8 p.m. to buy a book, get it signed, or just mingle and commiserate with your fellow Caucasians. Prepare for tonight by being offended at the very idea of such a tasteless event, and don't forget to bring your Asian wife and token black friend!

We love a good drink special, so imagine our delight when we came across a full-page ad in the Weekly for a big ol' happy hour next Wednesday.

We do love us some bar food. French fries, burgers (veggie ones anyway), fish 'n' chips. Man, we could live on that stuff and often think of the Albert Brooks comedy Defending Your Life when we allow ourselves to indulge, because he’s told that, while waiting to defend his life, he can do whatever he wants and not worry about the health consequences. We're pretty sure that’s the reason we're hoping the afterlife mirrors that movie.

St. Germain has come marching into Belltown. Not the café from Madison Park, which closed earlier this year, but a French artisanal liqueur subtitled "Délice de Sureau," distilled from freshly picked elderflower blossoms. (The website, stgermain.fr, tells the story, probably aprocryphal, of a cohort of old men on bicycles gathering the flowers.)

After an unexpected but brief delay, the new BPP—one door down from its previous location—was open for business Thursday night. And Georgetown Brewing was in the house, along with a cask of Chopper's Red.

We hate to sound like the punchline of a blond joke, but OMG, we are soooo drunk.

Because we might have taken a bullet to the chest.

What fine times we had within your warm, hop-scented confines, BPP. We hated to see your doors shut—one last time—this past Saturday.