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(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.)

Substitute restaurant reviewer Leslie Kelly has reached the end of her stint at the Post-Intelligencer and Managine Editor David McCumber (among many, many others) is breathing a huge sigh of relief. How'd this kid from Spokane end up in a big-city newsroom, anyway? Hsaio-Ching Chou, who signed off on the deal for Kelly to cover Rebeka Denn's "family leave," ain't around to answer, having gone off to PR-land. But Kelly's six-month tenure leaves a mound of unhappiness.

Redmond High School boys' basketball team, we're sorry. Please let us supply some explanation for why grown men, with jobs and credit ratings and retirement accounts, a couple of whom have been to second base with a girl, would heckle a group of teenagers. We really meant only to have one beer before the game, but our choice of Jolly Roger Christmas Ale tapped out the keg at Pies and Pints, so the bartender gave...

Its okay everyone you may un-board your windows and come down from the hills. The State Supreme Court’s upholding of the Defense of Marriage Act means that God will not be seeking revenge on our state through a “natural” disaster.

Face it. There are no good strip clubs in Seattle.

Joint called 520 Bar & Grill, opened last week in Old Bellevue (nothing to do with the bridge) has already perfected the art of removing flavor from food. Used to be, only low-end places like Olive Garden had figured this out. Bistro Romain chain in France, too, where you stuff yourself silly because your brain doesn't get any signals of satisfaction.

America wasn't always the greatest county in mid-North America. In fact,there was even a time when some parts of this nation didn't allow dancing. Imagine that: you had the right to carry a concealed weapon into an Olive Garden, but you couldn't shake-shake-shake, shake your bootie.