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Dahlia Lounge pays homage to authenticity, turning congee into comfort food that somehow feels right at home next to that monkey bread and eggs Benedict.

We've already declared Seattle a Chocolopolis. To that, we add that Seattle is also a Baconopolis. Especially tonight, when Tom Douglas hosts what he's calling "bacon's biggest social event ever."

Earlier this week, Seattlest sent you news about the boom of brunch offerings during these tough economic times, presenting us with new opportunities to enjoy excellent eateries at reduced cost.

Earlier this year, Theo Chocolate offered music, massage, and meditation. This Thursday, you can head over to Theo for the Chocolate Barbeque.

Follow the pink umbrella. Seattlest felt silly taking a tour in its own city—but we’re pleased to report it was tasty fun.

Just announced, the 2008 James Beard award nominations and Seattle does just fine, thank you. Tom Douglas, left, is one of five nominees for outstanding restaurateur in America; Canlis a nominee for best restaurant service, and four Seattle chefs in the running for "Best Northwest Chef:" Maria Hines, center (Tilth), Holly Smith (Cafe Juanita), Ethan Stowell, right (Union) and Jason Wilson (Crush). Winners to be announced early June.

The 4th Annual Care for the Market luncheon, held yesterday at The Paramount Theatre, was a wake-up call for us. When we think of Pike Place Market, we picture ourselves gorging on Beecher's macaroni and cheese. We envision ourselves carrying bundles of ginormous dahlias, sampling oh-my-god-these-are-good peaches, and listening to the funky sounds of street musicians. We don't necessarily think of meals and housing for low-income senior citizens, childcare for those who can't otherwise afford it, and a food bank that gives a quarter of a million bags of groceries to neighbors in need each year. But yesterday, were asked to think of the historical and social importance of the market.

Comfort is a two-way street. Sometimes we need comfort. And sometimes we give it.

Do not be surprised to see a $1 suggested donation for tap water on your restaurant bill if you dine out from March 16 to March 22. During this week in March, restaurants around the nation will ask patrons to donate the price of their tap water to support UNICEF’s Tap Project, which provides clean drinking water for children in need. One dollar affords 40 days of clean drinking water for a child – not a hard cause to get behind.

The dispiriting weather forecast--below, via Google.

It's a newer, thinner Dan Thiessen presiding over Bellevue's 0/8 Seafood Grill and the adjacent bar, Twisted Cork. "I stopped drinking and lost 80 pounds," he confides, no mean feat for a dude who clearly wants to become the Tom Douglas of the Eastside.

Our land, this inlet on the western coast of the North American continent, is a fortunate one, endowed with natural riches and settled by people who do not confuse prosperity with moral superiority. Modesty becomes us; we do not flaunt our advantages.

How easy it is to poke mean-spirited fun at Silverman Festivals, aka Bite of Seattle. The family-owned commercial enterprise, enabled by the City of Seattle in the guise of a community festival, symbolizes so much of what's wrong with America today: greed, exploitation, overweening appetite and tons of just plain crappy food. A cheap and easy target for the smug and self-satisfied. (For one such potshot, see Cornichon's "Blah of Seattle" post a year ago.)

Garlic Gulch, that's what Belltown's Fourth Avenue has turned into, between downtown and Denny Way. At the north end, the venerable Zeek's appears to take intergalactic orders for traditional, predictable, topping-heavy slices. Bambino, a block away on Cedar, styles itself as "East Coast Pizza," whatever that means (thin crust, light toppings, one assumes). Given the flap over Domino's so-called Brooklyn-Style Pizza, probably not a great idea. Ordered a Tropicale (east-coast-speak for Hawaiian); despite 575-degree, wood-fired oven, pizza was limp, soggy; application of freshly-grated Parmesan no help.

The final full week of SIFF is upon us. It's time to get some last few films before the sun sets on this year's fest. This week's got a couple great music events as well: Friday night, Portastatic will be on hand to perform a specially-commissioned live score accompanying circus freakshow-themed silent film The Unknown (more about that in a few days).

Until the mid-17th century, the Royal Navy would give its sailors daily ration of brandy. Then they captured Jamaica and switched to the local hooch, rum, which they diluted with water & lemon juice. The citrus prevented scurvy, kept the Brits healthier than the French and Spanish, whose sailors were still knocking back brandy; Britannia soon ruled the world.

Long ago, when Seattlest was growing up, our most eagerly anticipated holiday gift came not from Santa, but from one of our neighbors. It was the size of a baseball and twice as heavy, rolled in nuts, wrapped in festive red cellophane, and meant to be spread on crackers. It was a homemade cheese ball. The fun, however, was not in its consumption, but rather its destruction. Each year, with our mother’s blessing, we held the cheese ball high in the air, still wrapped securely in its shiny packaging, and with a spirited leap and an airborne split, we gleefully sent the thing plunging to the floor.

Seattlest has our finger firmly on the pulse of the local food writing scene. From the abundance of local food blogs, to the food critics of the local newspapers, we like feeling a part of something bigger. That we add our own din to the noise is something we feel a tad bit proud of.

We know, we know...you've been patiently waiting for this unscientific list of why Seattle's food scene is better than nearly any other city's food scene. Petitions have been drawn, bets have been placed. So let's not wait any longer, shall we?

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