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Over at Capitol Hill Seattle they're going all i-team over the Howell airgun shooting. The Rainier Valley Post has got hints to where all the Valentine hearts are hidden in Hillman City. MyBallard has the pre-opening news on Green Go Food, "fast food with a conscience." And Publicola busts new HUDster and inveterate Twitterer Ron Sims for his faulty real estate prediction.

Maybe all the caffeine is messing with people's heads, because it seems like every news outlet in town is talking about the Deluxe Coffee Giant vs. Fast Food Joint brew-down. It's senseless, because by having that conversation at all, we're feeding directly into that marketing whirlpool and somehow skipping over what's really important in life: french fries. French fries done right are crunchy, salty, golden and plentiful. To restore balance to the universe, DCG should consider selling french fries for a quarter of FFJ's cost--and never mind the smell, french fries smell like heaven in a greasy cardboard box.

Summer's music festivals are essentially over, but that hasn't stopped the cruel marketing geniuses at Taco Bell (the ones who banished the adorable "Yo Quiero Taco Bell" chihuahua) from trying to sell more Mexiwraps and cinnamon twists. Taco Bell has just launched its own cheesy promotion, Feed The Beast. No, sorry, that's a typo. Should be Feed The Beat. That's better. "Winning" bands get $500 in late-night meal vouchers, what the TB folks call the FourthMeal. The whole thing smells like a stale ripoff of Denny's All-Nighter, which at least coughed up some sponsorship bucks for Sasquatch this year. Arf! Back in the box, Gidget.

Showstopper of Seattle's long-running cabaret Angry Housewives was, you may recall, a number titled "Eat Your F***ing Cornflakes!" (What, you don't remember? Brain cells degraded by poor nutrition, no doubt.) Anyway, Starbucks is now seeking to recapture the breakfast market by offering freshly zapped oatmeal with a choice of fruit, brown sugar, or mixed nuts.

Not exactly news in the sense that we didn't know it was coming...but, the day of reckoning is finally here. Dick's is serving fries that have been cooked in trans fat-free oil.

3) Shortly after Dick's opened, local cab drivers dubbed it Ricardo's Club 19 because of the 19¢ hamburgers. Local wisenheimers persuaded people to dress up and hit the new nightclub in town, inspiring dates to tell them "You're such a Ricardo." When hamburger prices rose to 22¢, the name followed suit. Today you can visit Ricardo's Club 120.

We don't mean to steal Mary's thunder; however, her photograph moved us to write down some of the thoughts we've been having about the Ballard Denny's closure. We knew it was coming; however, just like the presence of vampires in Sunnydale, we didn't actually want to think about it. The light, the clouds, the darkness of the trees, and the Shell sign way in the distance all punctuate the loneliness of the now-derelict sign.

With unseasonable weather descending upon much of North America, schools getting ready to reconvene, and sports seasons getting exciting, it's a busy time of year for us here in the Ist-A-Verse. Luckily, even with all the things we have to do, we still managed to get together to let you know what we've all been up to.

Dishin’ doesn’t typically do fast food, but we did and we offer you a fast review.

With the sun out, the temperatures high, one can only think of one thing-- what's going on in the World of the -ist's?

Except for a four year stint in Chicago our friend Mike has lived in Seattle his entire life. During that time he has come to some well reasoned conclusions about fast food in this city. He shared them with us, and now we will share them with you:

Austinist gets arty with an interactive guide to SXSW, loved some local art galleries and a new art exhibit and lamented the possible loss of "Friday Night Lights" production to New Mexico.

Like so many others, we travel each week with Anthony Bourdain to the far reaches of the world—from the comfort of our couch. But after a recent episode in Peru tantalized us, we had to get up and get out to sample some ceviche.

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.

Last month, Seattlest had Mongolian grill for the first time in years -- Chang's in Renton for lunch. We remembered Mongolian grill as a fun, not-bad meal, but Chang's was, well, kind of gross. The place smells like grease when you walk in, and the meal we concocted was not as satisfying as the stir-fry we make at home. It was mostly just warm and gristly.

Bummed by bumper-to-bumperdom, Seattlest recently jumped off I-5 and onto Route 99 for a journey north. Late for an appointment, we now had limited time for a much-needed snack. We wanted it quick, cheap, and crisp. Yes, we had a crispy craving (not to be confused with a Krispy Kreme).

The other day we were perusing Citysearch’s lists because we had nothing better to do and about 20 minutes in which to do it. Every now and again we hit upon a morsel of an interesting suggestion, but mostly we just disagreed with everything. Our biggest pet peeve is most definitely their Best Sushi list.

Pho. Take a look at the sign, and the Vietnamese text looks like it’s asking you questions: Want a piece of me? Can you even pronounce me? (Try “fuh”.)

SFist commeters pose for before and aftershocks when the mayor commemorates a 1906 earthquake...at 4:30 in the morning. A hot tip on the Chronicle vending machines comes in and the SFist war correspondent risks life and limb to post this dispatch from the frontlines.

According to population statistics, Seattle is the 23rd largest city in the United States. Yet our fair city gets mentioned far more often than other cities higher on the list when food is mentioned. Seattlest rarely hears about the food scene in Indianapolis (12th) or even Detriot (10th). Why do you suppose that is?

Seattle police got a tip from a security officer at a Capitol Hill fast food restaraunt yesterday that a vehicle in the eatery's parking lot appeared to contain a weapon. When police arrived they indeed found a weapon in the, then abandoned, automobile. Not a knife. Not a handgun. Not a shotgun. A rocket launcher.