Results tagged “hotdog”

The thing is, it didn't have to go down like this. We stepped out today looking forward to a hot dog in the park, courtesy of Wandering Wieners, who have taken up residence in Cal Anderson. We ran into them there one rainy day last week, and made plans to come back when the sun was out. We tried earlier this week, but couldn't find them, this tweet to the contrary. Nothing today, either. So what could we do but try a scoop of Molly Moon's salted licorice ice cream in a waffle cone? You tell us! That's right. You'd have done the same thing.

Donte is taking advantage of cheap post-holiday travel by heading down to SFist territory to see Lindstrom's only west coast date on this mini-tour, since Where You Go I Go Too was one of last year's best releases.

The Bottleneck Lounge, located at 23rd and Madison, has quickly become one of our favorite bars. Both the staff and the patrons are overwhelmingly friendly, and it's the kind of joint where you end up getting chatty with the bartender or the couple next to you, or where another customer might close out the night by buying a shot for everyone in the bar. Laid-back without being divey, the Bottleneck is just plain chill. We're not the only ones who have come to appreciate the Central District establishment. The bar just celebrated its one-year anniversary with a mention in the Seattle Times as one of the best happy hours in town.

We were sitting at Uber Tavern this weekend drinking a few beers, and the bartender brings in these awesome looking sandwiches that he and his buddies start chowing down on. He notices us staring (And possibly drooling just a little bit) and he throws us their menu and says, "It's only 3 blocks up the street and the sandwiches are great. Just order now. They close in 20 minutes."

Apparently, Clay Bennett wants to talk again. Now, we don't know squat about owning sports teams, so we won't presume to give Mr. Bennett advice on how to negotiate with this waterside shanty-town. But one thing we do know is Love, specifically the requisite sweet-nothings that lubricate this most powerful of human conditions. And, as far as we can tell, this is what this Storm/Sonics thing is all about: Bennett and Seattle coming to an understanding relationship so that they know what to expect when they hop into the civic sack together.

So, the Seattle P-I restaurant critic writes that "Safeco's got some of the worst food in the major leagues." That statement struck a nerve with this Seattlest, as we tend to think that Safeco has some of the best food in MLB parks.

It's been a while since Seattlest extolled the virtue of our hero, Takeru Kobayashi or his sport, competitive eating. Sure, his hot dog eating record was beaten a few weeks back, but he's still our hero, and we still admire his fitness in the face of his professional gluttony.

Okay, okay. So Pride is actually going to happen. Even now, on the precipice of this extraordinary weekend celebration o' gayness, all our friends have no effing clue what's going on. If they, in all their gay glory, don't have a clue, we figured maybe you don't either. But Seattlest is here for you in these tough times and that's why we're gonna break it down all easy-like and tell you what we think is worth bothering with.

This week's Comment of the Week was posted as a reply to a post about an immigration announcement out of the office of Mayor Greg Nickels and uses the word "homo" six times, including such creative constructions as "homo liberals," "homo culture," and "liberal homos."

This week we'd like to congratulate the -ist network's Mother Hen, Gothamist's Jen Chung, who found herself a recipient of Wired Magazine's Wired Rave Award. If that doesn't sound terribly exciting, keep in mind another recipient was J.K. Rowling. Yep, that's right, the -ist network and Harry Potter now have something in common. Go us.

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.

A Boise couple discovers Seattle, and decides to relocate. Hubby gets a job, wifey doesn't. They can't afford to buy a house or get opera tickets, like they did in Boise. Move back, maybe? No...complain to the P-I.

We hadn't been to the Comet for awhile, but everything looked just the way we left it. Everyone was just as scruffy and working-class-bluesy and it wasn't until we sat down and talked to them later that we discovered they were from Perth, Australia, and worked at Microsoft and Amazon. We holed up in the "Being John Malkovich" lounge upstairs (complete with 3/4-size red door marked "Private") trying to guess who that maddeningly familiar band was they were playing on the stereo (Social Distortion) until Prosser's melancholic indie-alt-country pulled us downstairs.

We're sure that like Seattlest, you woke up early on the morning of the 4th of July just to catch Kobayashi defending his title (Kobayashi's our hero). That victory then proved to be inspiration for a day filled with eating, but other than casual conversations, it's been hard to find other people to really discuss the virtues of competitive eating, why Seattle can't call itself world-class without a competition of its own (Dick's cheeseburgers anyone?), or the genius of the "Kobayashi shake." Turns out we've been looking in the wrong spot, since Portland is where the action is.

Torontoist immediately wins our heart by using the word "Jackass" in a headline. In fact, we love their use of it so much that we're going to use it as much as possible throughout this post. For example, it looks like there are Toronto-area jackasses besides those who misuse the sidewalk: look at the crap on sale on Toronto's craigslist. But it looks like Toronto doesn't contain the kind of jackasses who pee in public pools, as the issue never came up when they interviewed the creators of art installations in their public wading pools.

Friday's extended set by Derrick Carter might have been the first great show of 2006. Carter presented no option other than to dive in head-first, since the entire set was all killer, no filler. The crowd was enthusiastic the entire evening, while Professor Carter put on a lecture on the history and breadth of house music. He dipped into disco, touched on some jack-house (very old school and propulsive, as the idea is for you to "jack" your body), and fit in a few very quirky gems as well (a track based on the Bobby McFerrin's Cosby show theme?). It is the best set Seattlest has seen from Mr. Carter in years, and even he was happy with the set, as his last few Seattle appearances were less than perfect. A sizable portion of the crowd made their way to the not-quite-secret afterhours, where Jacob London was doing their Jacob London thing, getting the hipster afterhours set going to some very quality minimal techno.

As we enter the final days of this year's SketchFest, let's take a walk down memory lane, all the way back to the heady times of the previous weekend: Last Saturday night, three members of Seattlest's collective entity assembled ourselves in a Voltron-like fashion for some comedy at the Capitol Hill Arts Center. We were there for the performances of two troupes, San Francisco's Prank the Dean and NYC's Elephant Larry.

Every once in a while, the stars align and a very very kind person in Seattlest's life gives us a wonderful gift: courtside Sonics tix. We decided to bring you, dear reader, along as well...

Seattlest went skiing on Saturday. We got up early, brewed a mean pot of coffee, hurled our gear in the car, and cruised the Outback up I-90 to the pass in eager anticipation of opening day at Alpental. Our heart was all aflutter, pictures of powder-puff drops and Shot 6 whizzing through our mind. We look forward to this milestone every year in...April!?!