When rumors indicated that the clock might be ticking on a personal favorite pizza spot--Madame K's in Ballard--Seattlest rushed to organize a final dinner with some friends for the weekend. The pizza is good-ish and the whorehouse kitsch decor engenders a surprisingly comfortable environment; there are few rooms in the city that wrap a party in as warm a womb as the back of Madame K's. The smell of pizza intermingles with the must of retro thrift lingerie and it's cramped and weird and we love it. They actually cut their pizza into squares, Chicago style. If you think that's not a big deal try to get a random pizza delivery place to cut a pie into squares instead of slices sometime. What ends up arriving at your door is interesting, to say the least.

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