PARTY DOWN FOR CHINATOWN: The ID Spring Roll is big food-filled fun times at the SoDo that raises money for SCIDpda, the International District's community development group. Featuring all kinds of Pan-Asian food (hello, spring-roll eating contest!), live music, martial arts, raffles/door prizes, and breakdancing care of the Massive Monkees, this ain't no boring charity event. Sign us up for at least 30 spring rolls.
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- Awwwwwww, yeeeeah! Seattle was named 2009 City of the Year by Fast Company Magazine. Go us.
- Think again if you're up to no good in West Seattle, they have "Deadly Aim" on their side. Word to the wise, don't want to mess with a roller derby girls, especially this weekend.
- Never thought you'd see this: Former GOP Nominee Dino Rossi challenge former Seahawk, Brock Huard to a spring roll-eating contest. Anything for charity, right? It's the last day to get your tickets to the ID Spring Roll 2009, a party/fundraiser for the International District's Downtown Chinatown. Oh, the Massive Monkees will be there too.
In Ear Park is the latest release from Rossen and Nicolaus, and we kindly direct you to the La Blogotheque Take-Away Show above, featuring the duo wandering around NYC's Chinatown while playing a selection of tunes, including the lovely love song "No One Does It Like You." The moody, harmony-heavy album's been getting good reviews, with the New York Times praising its "sparse acoustic moments and lavishly layered pop--gorgeous and suffused with mystery," while Pitchfork gave it an 8.3. Local neo-Appalachians the Cave Singers open.
Not so long ago--even into the 1980s--it seemed certain that the Western would stand the test of time as quintessential American cinematic form. After all, the story of cowboys, outlaws and Indians on the great rolling plains between the coasts and the travails of those courageous families crossing the country in covered wagons is as much a part of our creation story as defeating the British; Independence and Manifest Destiny go hand-in-hand, and John Wayne, with his swaggering bravado, not only represented the embodiment of American masculinity, but his unwavering devotion to righteousness (even, perhaps especially, when begotten by violence) spoke to the American sense of our own virtue and uniqueness. Even when the Italians got their hands on the genre, and Clint Eastwood gave the cowboy a dark edge, that moral ambiguity never really changed the fundamental sense that there is a right and wrong; the innocents, after all, are still innocent. The change that Sergio Leone wrought was simply one of transforming the West into a wide open space into which the damned could escape their demons, even in death. The figure of the dying cowboy, gut-shot, riding into the sunset slumping atop his steed is still an image of freedom and hope.
We were introduced to In the Bowl: Vegetarian Noodle Bistro on Capitol Hill a few days ago and have been planning our return ever since. New (to us anyway, apparently it's been around since at least February), In the Bowl is a welcome addition to the quick, cheap Asian-fare genre on The Hill. A bonus: It's all-veggie and every meal comes with Black Rice Pudding for dessert. The restaurant is small, with an atmosphere reminiscent...
(This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer’s market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.)
Few foods are more fun – or more perfect – than xiao long bao. Originating in Shanghai, xiao long bao translates to “little basket bun,” but they are more commonly known as soup dumplings. Steamed in bamboo baskets which hold six to eight dumplings, the doughy wrappers serve as pouches for a fantastic filling of meat and meaty broth.
Yesterday we were down at Pike Place Market feasting on a Three Girls Bakery sandwich and on the way out we spotted the Seafair Pirates making their rounds. "Pardon us, pirates coming through!" they said, making their way through the molasses-like flow of tourists which we thought was probably not authentic pirate behavior. (We wouldn't be completely outraged if a pirate lopped off a head or two of the sidewalk-gawking variety of tourist who's astonished to see, you know, peaches! and bread! for sale in a public market and has to stop in their tracks to verify the observation.) The pirates landed at Alki on July 7, and from the looks of their site's photo albums, they've made their way from there to Mercer Island, Kent, Chinatown, and up to Greenwood since.
We went a different direction the other day and ended up at perhaps the newest Asian (plus more) grocery store in town: HT Oaktree Market (10008 Aurora Avenue North). When we walked through the front door and saw roasted ducks, chickens, and – can you believe it – even a whole pig hanging from a bar, we knew this was going to be something special.
Fresh off our unfortunate dining experience at Chinoise in food-bland Queen Anne, Seattlest is lamenting the lack of good dim sum in our Chinatown-ed town. Why are all of our dumplings and buns and rolls and cakes so soggy and stale and limp and lame?
Even though we are way way past school age, we still get a little melancholy at the close of summer. Fortunately, our friends across the -ist network know that the shenanigans don't need to end just because the big yellow buses are back on the roads. So, grab your sunscreen and your favorite hangover cure, as we take a tour of end of summer fun from -ist cities all over the damn place.
We haven't been up to BC for a while now. It looks like we're not going to get to Whistler this season and we just haven't had the chance to kick it in Vancouver lately so you'll forgive us for being unaware that the Space Needle had been gifted to the Canadians. This photograph makes it clear that up to three of the structures depicted in our logo no longer belong to Seattle, though. Our team of graphic artists are busy filling in the holes left by the departures.
You've got all kinds of options for films this week rather than going to see The Amityville Horror---and please people, for the love of God, do not pay to see movies like that...it only encourages Hollywood to trot out yet another completely unnecessary horror flick remake.

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