Results tagged “kitchen”

This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer's market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs.

We hadn't been to the Twilight Exit since they moved across the street to the other side of Madison. We weren't mad at them, we just had moved ourselves at the same time, and they weren't as close. But last Friday we stopped in and had some of the best fish and chips that we've ever had in Seattle -- wonderful golden brown, Guiness-battered fish and chips that leave your fingers shiny and your digestive system well-oiled. Yelpers like the joint, too. We'd been on a run of terrible gooey, breaded fish and chips that left us so nauseous it put us off our Guinness; it was good to see someone still knows how to make this essential pub dish.

Will every software guy in the audience who's ever thought about cashing in the badge and putting on a chef's coat raise your hand? Wow, a lot of you, great! Some of you aren't so sure... You there in the front, did you read Kitchen Confidential? Yeah? Did that help push you out the door or keep you in front of the keyboard? OK, keep them up there. Now, keep them raised if you've actually done it. Alright, not so many.

Seattlest watches as a S.L.U.T. is born and Seattle Flickr users go nuts over a local art installation. A restaurant critic demands a Diner's Bill of Rights over a gnat next to her drink, and, in lieu of a Portlandist, Seattlest debates with itself over the identity of the Northwest's crown jewel. Seattlest also joins the guys from Fantagraphics for an ill-fated gun party in the woods.

Apparently the same kind of PR firm that emails proposals from a yahoo account. So says our confidential source at Coastal Kitchen, who told us that, just minutes after Ronald Holden's hilarious, pun filed Seattlest screed showed up in her RSS feed, she was immediately bombarded by PR companies offering to help her "spin" this story.

So, accompanied by friends who've long lived in Morocco, we drop by. Uh-oh. Decorations, good. Romantic hideway, not so much. Diverse delicacies, no way. Of all the gin joints in the world, we've walked into this one. Rick would be aghast.

After living 56 steps (Yes, we counted several times) from this branch of the Elysian Brewery, Elysian Tangletown will always be one of our favorites.

Bacon Salt? Seattlest first heard of this a few days ago, but the locally produced vegetarian kosher zero-calorie seasoning salt that tastes just like bacon has been igniting the blogosphere. One of Seattlest's foodie friends let us try some Tuesday night when we were playing trivia.

We spotted Jim from The Office--real name: John Krasinski--having drinks at the Crocodile Friday night with Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie (who Seattlest Jack chatted with last week).

When we found that Gorditos was getting out of the lukewarm kitchen that is Queen Anne hill’s restaurant business, we started keeping tabs, via a biweekly stroll, on the eateries closing (and, less frequently, opening) in the neighborhood. That wasn’t often enough.

This past weekend Seattlest visited Gothamist's stomping grounds. We were there for the farewell shows of Rainer Maria, but had our days free to see the sights and take in the New York experience. We stumbled upon a once-in-a-lifetime event in the world of street art, and amazing as it was, we couldn't help but to be struck by what lessons it could have for Seattle.

We had thought our 15th Avenue breaking news this morning would be pointing out that Coastal Kitchen is still closed from last night's flooding. But that was before we got to 14th Avenue East and East Thomas, and noticed something ... different. Luckily we had our camera phone with us.

About 5 o'clock tonight we were walking through the monsoon, and decided to duck into Coastal Kitchen for a drink to weather the storm. But we were turned back out onto the street because Coastal Kitchen's basement was flooding. On the street, water had overflowed the gutters and was taking over the sidewalk. We continued down to Hopvine (is that a new website?), which was also closed due to flooding. Finally, we arrived at Liberty, which was open and dry. Robb poured us a 15-year-old rum, and we all allowed as to how we'd never seen rain like this in Seattle. Crazy winds. Trees falling across arterials. Here's KIRO TV on the Queen Anne mudslide.

In Bellevue, no less than in Belltown, you are you eat. Tasting notes from two opening nights.

To your roster of historic and colorful rhizomes (Russets, White Rose, Blue Victor, Yukon Gold, Yellow Finn, Red Ruby...Cascade, Nooksack, Ontario, Seminole) you can now add the Ozette. It's a fingerling grown for centuries in the gardens of Makah Indians on Washington's most western coastline, brought there, it's believed, by Spanish conquistadors who had discovered all manner of edible tubers in the South American Andes.

With the first feel of fall and temperatures struggling to get out of the 60's, Seattlest had a hankering for a hearty soup. Something healthy to stop the sniffles ahead of a cross-country flight the next day.

Seattlest doesn't find this picture funny at all. We know firsthand how hard those awkward years of high school can be. The pimples, the pants that didn't fit right, the God-awful hours spent wishing Heather Cannon would think of us as more than that creepy guy staring at her. If you think this picture is funny, well, you're a bad person.

Saturday night [Ed. note: "S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night! S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night!"] the mood came over us to see some Parisian-style hoofing, so we trundled ourselves downtown to the new-ish nightspot the Can Can. Serving a Med-Italian menu and featuring decor "reminiscent" of turn-of-the-19th-century Paris (or reminiscent of a kitschy 1970s movie reminiscent of turn-of-the-19th-century Paris), the draw is a troupe of Cornish ballet dancers who alternate between waiting on tables and shaking their ruched and frilled booty with gleeful delight. Called the Contábellas -- a name we deduce means "a bunch of bendy hotties in corsets" -- they're led by Sarah and Marisa Glesk.

Seattlest's newfound fascination with cook book tours will likely be short-lived, but right now the fires of our interest burn hot and we have another something-something for you to attend tonight along those lines. Tonight at Elliot Bay Books Anna Lappé will be taking the stage to read from her book on sustainable food Grub: Ideas for an Urban, Organic Kitchen.

An email from a reader posed a relatively simple question: Where can I get a good waffle? Turns out said reader was from Houston, where they'd managed to find themselves a waffle sent straight from some whole-grain, nutty heaven, and they hadn't yet found themselves a suitable alternative here in the Northwest.

You put it off and put it off, choosing instead to enjoy the new season of Project Runway, and now you need some Christmas gifts and fast. We, at Seattlest, are here for you. Welcome to our first annual Holy Shit Gift Guide. Everything in the guide can be obtained in minutes:

No comments, just schedules. (Because we're lazy, that's why.)

Seattlest's favorite cooking show doesn't star Rachael Ray or Iron Chef Morimoto. No, we're partial to America's Test Kitchen, the public television sibling of our favorite cooking magazine, Cook's Illustrated.

Seems like everybody and their mama has been raising money for the Red Cross or other agencies helping in hurricane relief efforts. Even Seattlest's local karaoke dive bar was taking cash for the cause last Sunday night. What follows is by no means a comprehensive list, but just a smattering of upcoming events by local businesses where your money can make a difference:

Were you at Bumbershoot on Friday? We were. Here is what we saw…

Seattlest is thrilled to welcome yet another sibling into the fold: Today marks the debut of Shanghaiist. (Actually...figuring out the date and time of their debut makes our head hurt; we think they may have debuted yesterday for them, which is today for us, and...you get it, maybe, even if we don't.) And--although that sentence is barely in English--Shanghaiist consistently is in English.

Seattlest was invited by a friend to try a new Puerto Rican restaurant in Ballard called Sofrito Rico. Seattlest had recently been in Ballard and hadn't seen any new restaurants, so we couldn't quite picture where it was located. But when we walked in we realized that it was the old MiYi (Australian Pies) place, next door to Kitchen 'N Things on Market Street.

Remember the Reno 911 episode where the cops give a classroom demonstration on how to shoot someone without hitting a bunch of bystanders? That was hilarious, right? Because it was on TV. Fiction, then. You wouldn't really teach driveby skills to a class full of high school kids, just like you wouldn't teach them how to hotwire a car or whip up a batch of meth. YOU wouldn't. A member of the Grey's Harbour drug task force would, though.

Who are the 11:30pm girls?