Last night, Seattlest and friends—up for a light dinner and a few glasses of wine—discovered that West Seattle’s cozy, just-down-the-street Blackbird Bistro is, as of this week, shuttered. (No more half-price-bottle Tuesdays!) A note on the door and papered windows cited a sale of the curvy space and promised the new owners will not disappoint. (As usual, West Seattle Blog knew this was coming and we didn’t.) Of some consolation: The Bohemian, new on the California strip a few blocks south, offers decent $15 bottles of cab and merlot. Every day.
Bye Bye, Blackbird; Hello, Bohemian
Java Joints of Jet City: C&P Coffee Company
Rachel Hynes is a former barista and yet still enjoys spending time in espresso places. She reviews them for us.
Pizza And The Class Divide in West Seattle
We got an email last week pointing us to a West Seattle blog post and a thread on Seattle LJ about Pagliacci and their delivery areas. The speculation was that since the pizza place wouldn't deliver to some shady neighborhoods that seemed more physically proximate to its store than other, more upscale, neighborhoods that it would deliver to, there must be a great Pagliacci conspiracy going on in West Seattle. The email suggested that it might make for a decent Seattlest post and on the surface it was interesting but we didn't really have the time to go dig into the comments of the posts it cited and it seemed like an email that we weren't the sole recipient of by a long shot. What seemed like too much work for not enough scandal to Seattlest was P-I gold, however. Apparently the anonymous email also went out to Robert Jamieson Jr. of the Post Intelligencer and today he commented.
MVET Scheduled To Die In June
Ding dong the car tax's dead. The wicked car tax is dead. Well, not officially dead like you'll get out of paying it if your car tabs come up this month, but the Monorail Project has started the process of ending the tax on June 30th, due to the fact that all those sexy properties the Project swept up to make way for the Green Line have been selling like hotcakes. Uh, hotcakes that you force private residents to sell you for a mass transit line you don't intend to build and then sell back to the public for more than what you paid for them. That kind of hotcakes.

