Results tagged “grilledcheese”

• The Slog, with the help of the McLeod Residence, is debating if grilled cheese will be what brings foodies around to American cheese. The McLeods assert that American cheese is the unquestionable king of grilled cheese--we're not so sure. Sure, American cheese melts like plastic, but we've always actually found that a bit telling. Give us Tillamook sharp cheddar any day of the week.
• The Kirkland Weblog complains that an outbreak of local graffiti is making Kirkland look like something straight out of The Wire. We highly doubt that. Highly. In reality, Kirkland looks a bit more like Agrestic from Weeds, if we're going for cable show comparisons.
• Capitol Hill Seattle is feeling a wee bit concerned about the increased number of both abandonded buildings and panhandlers on Broadway.

              

We recently had an opportunity to head out to the Hood Canal for an overnight stay at Alderbrook Resort & Spa. It’s a nice escape less than two hours from Seattle, either driving by car, or hopping on the Bremerton Ferry part of the way (which we recommend eastbound for the return view of the city). As grand as the lodge is, the view from behind is even better, especially when the sun—and therefore the mountains—are out. The spa offers all kinds of relaxation packages, but you can also simply relax on your room’s “window box” day bed, your balcony chair, or a waterfront chaise lounge.

It seems like it was just last week that we were gushing over the Bottleneck Lounge. Oh yeah, that was just last week. Well, we're talking about them again. In honor of the Gay Superbowl, the Central District bar is hosting a party:

The last time we wrote about buttermilk, we had only just begun to warm to the stuff. We regarded it as a nuisance, a leftover that wouldn't go away, and we were mainly concerned with finding ways to get rid of it. But over the passing months, buttermilk has become a staple in our kitchen: we buy it even if we don't need it and our fridge looks a little bare and sad without it.

Tuesday night, Seattlest decided to ratchet up the difficulty level on the quiz at the Old Pequilar. And we think that worked well. We heard bitching, but it was good, brain-smacking bitching, not lynch-the-quiz-host bitching.

DCist is screwed in the event of an oil crisis. Not that we're not all screwed in the event of an oil crisis, just D.C. is more screwed. Don't sell your car yet, District resident, a cabbie can kick you to the curb if he doesn't like your address. Not even Metro can save you now.

Do you consider Tillamook cheddar in your grilled cheese sandwich "settling"?

Seattlest recently endured a visit to the dentist by visualizing the delicious and decadent lunch we would pick up from Beecher's on the way back to the office.