Results tagged “bestof”

So yes, you've noticed the sun is out, and hey!--maybe it would be cool to do some bike riding. Let's keep in mind that the sun came out of all 600,000 of us, so for the most part, you're not the only one who noticed. Please remember that when you walk into my shop on a bright, sunny Saturday morning. It will save you from looking like a complete twat that huffs, "Why are there so many people here?"

Seattle Magazine, that workhorse of the Tiger Oak menagerie, is now online. Sadly, their Best of 2008 issue reads like a goddamn obituary column. Best coach: Mike Holmgren (all but g-gone after a dismal season). Best new restaurant: Quinn's (opened in 2007). Best dance club: Neighbours (almost gone if you believe Slog). Best music venue: Showbox (the old one that's closing any day now). Best alternative weekly: The Stranger (the only alternative weekly, if we're not mistaken). Best local political blog: David Postman in the Seattle Times (long gone, never better than HorsesAss). Best local food blog: Bon Vivant (what? only two posts since July!). No need to mention that power-poster WestSeattleBlog wins Best Neighborhood Blog; not being a nabelog, Seattlest isn't the least bit jealous.

• It's that time of year folks. The Seattle Weekly has released it's "Best Of" edition and the categories get stranger every year. Check out this years winners for: Best Companion to Have During Your Brazilian, Best Intergenerational Workout Facility, Best Tropical Starches, and Best Place to Feel Ashamed.
• Blogging Georgetown rejoices that their neighborhood is still not ruined enough by hipsters to have been voted for Best of Anything.
• Capitol Hill Seattle boasts that a number of the best places to eat in Seattle (according to the Weekly) are on the hill. The Redwood won the prestigious Best Bloody Mary award, which means we will be there some time shortly after opening.

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Maybe when your club is as steeped in musical history and genetically bound to its host city as the Crocodile Cafe, explaining a sudden shut-down is embarrassing. Maybe a public statement is too daunting a task. Maybe a background in law teaches you to keep your mouth shut. Whatever the reason, Stephanie Dorgan could pick up some PR tips from Matt Feigenbaum, owner of Bellingham's just put-to-rest Nightlight Lounge.

It's a season of sales in Seattle's fabulous boutiques, making it a perfectly dreary, who-wants-to-be-outside-anyways month to break your assumption that boutiques are only for skinny, rich women. Deals are ready for the reaping, so grab your girls and head north of the Ship Canal, where some of our favorite boutiques reside. Here is a short selection of a few where you can find money-smart steals right now.

In previous posts, we’ve name-dropped the mighty Meyer Lemon at the slightest provocation, but it is our fear that mere passing mention may have failed to entice you to leap from your seat and immediately buy one; which is of course the only sane reaction to the arrival of these splendid fruits. So here goes, our most desperate and heartfelt plea.

While the city goes about with itself, Seattlest spends countless hours in an ivory tower somewhere between Pike Place Market and the Lusty Lady. We pace the floor with a hunched back, wringing our hands, wrinkling our nose and whispering, "what, what, what... is the meaning of this?"

Seattlest emailed a bunch of local tech professionals and asked them for the best of the Seattle tech scene in 2007. They responded and we threw all their suggestions in a list, looked it over, and scrapped 90% of them and then made up a new list off the top of our heads. And, yes, it's too late to talk about the year passed and we're more than ready to look forward, but we didn't manage to get this posted during the holidays.

Recommendeds are awesome. They let you tell us what you want more of (food posts) and what you don't (high school basketball previews). Keep letting your fingers do the talking!

Winter in Seattle is rough. It’s dark and rainy and getting out of bed in the morning is probably the last thing that you want to do. We know. We wake up at 4:30 so we can start baking by 6 and lately, it’s been tough. But seeing as though our life already revolves around food, we thought we might try and work it into our waking up routine: because really, everything easier when there’s something good to eat.

What it is ain't exactly clear, however. Back on December 2, PopMatters published "So Long, Something Weird," which made it sound like locally based exploitation/sexploitation distributor Something Weird Video was going out of business. It’s time to call out the carnal color guard and get the bugler to blow a rather trashy and tawdry Taps. After nearly seven years celebrating the best of exploitation, Something Weird Video has parted ways with chief home theater...

Behind our couch lives what we refer to as our "third cat." Much more well-behaved and definitely lower-maintenance, petting-wise, than the two actual cats from whence it came, but more or less inert unless there's a breeze. When we sweep behind the couch every three or four years we generally don't carry the third cat down to the Sound and chuck him in, but that's what storm runoff is doing right now to a lot of people.

Until the day after Thanksgiving, Seattlest hadn't seen The Nutcracker -- probably the world's most famous ballet -- in years. But we had a solid image in our head of what it looked like because when Seattlest was a little kid, our mom made an annual birthday tradition to see it every year on opening night. For much of our childhood, this meant getting all spiffed up and walking a few blocks to Lincoln...

Few details in this report by the Seattle Times' Larry Stone, but he confirms that we'll have an MLS team in '09. Press conference on Tuesday. Says Seattlest David: "Best of all, no David Stern."...

You know, it's four days after Friday's Jesu/Sunn o))) show and we've still only barely processed what the heck that was we experienced. It's easier to start from the more understandable beginning, but you'll have to forgive us if this description derails into an incomprehensible string of interjections.

Economist and NYTimes columnist Paul Krugman was speaking at Town Hall last night. We were going to do this thing where we pretended to mistake him for Jack Klugman and then complained the whole post about him never mentioning acting with Tony Randall or Quincy. Luckily, we thought better of it.

A friend of ours -- and Into the Woods connoisseur -- says this is the best of the non-Broadway productions he's seen. We had never seen it before -- we like musicals fine, but for some reason we associate liking Sondheim with, you know, the fun of terrible key parties like in The Ice Storm -- and had only the faintest notion about its fractured fairytale plot: there's a Baker and his Wife who want to have kids but have been cursed by the Witch next door, Jack and mom and his magic beans, a more indecisive Cinderella than you'd expect, and a shiv-wielding Little Red Riding Hood. Having kids can be the moment you finally let go of your toys and stop looking upward for advice -- in a story like this, that means dad and mom have gotta go. In the first act, dads get left behind like nobody's business, in the second act, moms get clubbed to death.

There is no prettier place in America to watch a sporting event than Husky Stadium. Boats dot Lake Washington off the east end zone, the foothills are beyond, and, off in the gloaming, the Cascades. And there's the Husky band too, who last week did a James Brown tribute. Seriously, even if you aren't into sports, you should check it out.

Biodiesel drivers rejoice! There's a new place to fill your French-fry-smelling tanks thanks to Dr. Dan's Alternative Fuelwerks grand opening of a new, and may we say much more accessible, location, in the Ravenna neighborhood on Friday.

Seattle. Portland. Which one's better? You may say: "How can you choose? Each has their good points. It's like asking which religion is better." Guess what, asshole, that Negative Nellie attitude is the reason nobody ever asks for your fucking opinion. Jerk. Yesterday, Jeremy Barker advocated the pro-Seattle position. Now, it's Portland's turn.

We've been trying to keep abreast of the latest strike news via the networks as well as our singular Canadian television channel down here but both the quantity and quality of coverage has been most unsatisfying. So we took matters into our own hands. (Confidential to Metroblogging Vancouver: If you don't provide any sort of contact address, we cannot reach you for guest/expert commentary.) We contacted The Vancouverite because we believe in their attractive tag line --"Hyper-Caffeinated Snarky News & Opinion". More importantly, following The Onion's precedent, we assign greater cultural credentials to sites employing the definite article. Here's what Editor Jackson reported about the strike:

To start go to: http://askville.amazon.com/askville/CIndex.do?id=5#answers It's nice to know we're valued, even though we order from Amazon maybe once every three months.

Holy smokes! Giant fish on the MTA, Paris Hilton in jail, then out, then in again, Al Gore, goatses, blumpkins, Matt Damon, and baby art critics! It's been a busy week across the Ist-A-Verse, and here's a smattering of what's been going on.

Slate takes 1,700 words to say what we already know instinctively: wine's a drink for elitist snobs, beer's for real men. Wine is “aspirational,” beer is for real men. The current Henry Weinhard campaign puts it bluntly: beer tastes better than soy milk. Well, duh.

Wasn't that long ago, matey, we'd be lucky to see fresh salmon in Seattle. Bristol Bay had a huge sockeye fishery, the largest in the world, but the catch was frozen stiff before it made it to local markets. Now, we're spoiled silly, with fresh, wild salmon coming in from the mouths of rivers all along the Alaska coast: the Yukon, the Taku, the Stikine and, best of all, the Copper.

Since our last Uwajiwhat focused on coconut milk, it seems appropriate to address the other staple in our Thai pantry: curry paste. And the best of the bunch is again Mae Ploy.

The only things hotter than Oakland’s NBA team are its freeways [rimshot…crickets].