At long last, the Boeing 787 has been cleared for commercial flights. Meanwhile, the PDC gets a new director and the Sounders get a new teammate. Oh, and some people argue about bike lanes. more ›

On Friday afternoon, fans of Christina Choi’s two-year-old celebrated Eastlake eatery were saddened to learn today that Nettletown Café will be closing this weekend. more ›

Let's be honest: The Red Robin chain does not produce quality food. Their burgers compensate for a dearth of quality with an overload of size, their salads are oily, and their fries taste like they've been tossed in Mrs. Dash. But the Eastlake Red Robin isn't just a restaurant, it's a landmark, and we will miss it. more ›

• Add this to the traffic sucks--again--column. Eastlakers were fortunate enough to find out this morning that construction crews began work on the Boylston Avenue E street and sidewalk improvements. Work will continue daily (except weekends) till Friday, June 26.
• The Montlake home of Daphne Tomchak has been left in shambles--$18,000 worth of damages--after funding ran out mid-shoot for the Hollywood movie types who used and abused her home for the film.

Late on a warm Seattle night, nothing's as welcome as sitting in a flowered garden, discreet lighting in the shrubbery, the sounds of live music coming from within, the buzz of lively conversations rising around you. Waitresses in black tops and floor-length beige aprons glide by, effortlessly picking up and dropping off plates to contented diners. It's as pretty a scene as you could find in Italy, and it's in Eastlake, at Serafina. more ›

Just the other day we were tut-tutting Bainbridge for their Bella Unionizing (gratuitous Deadwood reference). Now we read in the pixelized P-I that an Eastlake massage business and alleged brothel, the Sacred Temple, was raided by the po-po yesterday. (So was the Moon Temple at the 10000 block of Greenwood Avenue North.) The Sacred Temple's hilarious About Us page [Google cache] says: "Our work is sensual in nature, often intimate, and the intent is to honor and restore every part of the body, from the bottom of your feet to the tips of your fingers and the top of your head. We ask that you please refrain from discussing any sexual activities over the phone or in your emails to us." more ›

• Seattle Transit Blog is mad as hell about the legislature backing out on I-90 light rail funding and they don't think you should take it anymore. East side! West side! Let's make a light rail rumble!
• Will fancy eats joint Sitka & Spruce really move from Eastlake to Capitol Hill? CHS polls readers, fans flames of rumor.
• Publicola's Morning Fizz abandoned links and announced that a "dynamic woman" had joined the Mayoral race. April Fools!

VINYL IS SO IN RIGHT NOW: DJs, music collectors, and music lovers of all sorts who also happen to own a record player should consider heading down to the powerhouse Big Dig Record Show in Eastlake tonight. You'll probably score some great deals on the vinyl you've been lusting after, and in the process you'll get the opportunity to meet (and get drunk with) fellow collectors. The truly picky passionate will need to pay an extra chunk of change to get in the doors at 3 p.m. for the best chance of finding that rare EP you can't even get on eBay. There's an official afterparty, too, featuring the Emerald City Soul Club and Mr Supreme, legendary Seattle dj and record collector extraordinaire. more ›

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• Zombie hordes take to the street in West Seattle!
• So that's why we were woken up by a low-hovering helicopter early Sunday morning. In the CD, someone stole a limo filled with apparently unsuspecting passengers and a police helicopter was called in to pursue.
• Be on the look out for a stolen True Value truck--the Greenwood store's truck was stolen six days ago and still has not been found. That's strange, since the phone number and logo is plastered all over the truck.

The other night, it was raining, and Seattlest had spent the entire day in our tiny studio apartment with the shades drawn. Next thing we knew, we found ourselves at that back of a particular dark, dank Eastlake bar chatting with our editor for another job about how much we'd love to write a musical. The thing about musical theater, we contended, was that it was cheesy. Granted, we maintained, we love musical theater for all its glittery, flashy, jazz-hands-and-kick-ball-change cheesiness, but we recognize the wider world doesn't see an ounce of reality in Sutton Foster dressed like a flapper, killing the big notes at the end of "Gimme Gimme." Most people can recognize talent like that when they see it, but it doesn't resound with them the way that, say, Angelina Jolie's heaving breast during a close-up action scene would at any summer blockbuster. more ›

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