Results tagged “viatribunali”

• This morning, one lady driving her Mini Cooper wasn't feeling super-duper after she crashed into a parked car on Madison, and flipped her car on its side.
• Talk about a tough day on the job for Department of Ecology workers: today they received word that two trains cars collided, spilling nearly 1,000 gallons of diesel fuel on the train tracks in SoDo.
• Could more changes be coming to the Crocodile/Via Tribunali space at Second and Blanchard? Hideous Belltown snapped a few pictures of the missing wall and found more breezy cha-cha-changes are currently taking place. Because every bar needs a garage door?

    

Seattle's emperor of pizza (and sultan of coffee), Mike McConnell, unveiled the fifth Via Tribunali outpost last night in the space at the back of the refurbished Crocodile. Official opening is tonight.

The pictures tell 1000 words, but here's 259 more on the new Crocodile.

For well over a year now, Seattle has been without one of its favorite music venues. Well, the Croc is back y'all and from what we've been hearing about the remodel, it's better than ever. Sometimes things really do seem to happen for a reason.

• Big Blog won points with a post about The Bachelor's ex-wife and her YouTubed guest spot as a groupie on local band Out From Underneath's Seattle-heavy music video. Onwards and upwards, Gas Works Park.
• The blog formerly known as bigasscity is quoting none other than ZZ Top while crunching the numbers about Metro's projected budget shortfall and how much money the city could have saved by rejecting the bored tunnel viaduct replacement option.
• Cliff Mass thinks it's "pretty definite": we're looking at more snow, probably on Sunday. Actually, that works well with our schedule. How kind of the gods to check with Seattlest HQ's Google Calendar before sending the cold front!

Seattlest started the New Year with a strong dose of reality. Hot Mama's, supposedly the best pizza on Cap Hill, doesn't cut it for this eater. Crust soggy, toppings bland.

       

We’ve got fond childhood memories of going to the local pizza joint. We hated delivery, as we wanted to actually GO and see the process, which was mesmerizing: tossing/stretching the dough, spreading the sauce, sprinkling the cheese, shoveling into the oven, retrieving the finished product, and dividing into eighths with the pizza cutter. If we ate at the restaurant, we’d race back to the table just ahead of the server to eat our pieces of the pie.

Tera will be catching the Saturday evening premiere of Spring Awakening at the Paramount. Saturday evening will be followed with a leisurely plane ride to Orlando where she’ll be trying out for the Mickey Mouse Club, or riding rollercoasters--however you want to look at it.

So this gent orders the lasagna at the Capitol Hill Via Tribunali last week and LOVES it. Oh, says the waitress, we buy that from Sorrentino.

Sometimes we just want a slice of pizza. Not a pie. Not a square. Not a round. We’re talking a slice – one that you can grab with a hand, fold inward, and then tilt downward to watch the grease drip to the paper plate before you take that precious first bite

Consider this recent newspaper excerpt, which we'll call Exhibit V:

There's but one non-pizza entree, a wonderful lasagna built on layers of thin, tender noodles, ricotta, provolone and a complex ragu, then baked until bubbly.

Lasagna was layered with a sauce in which the meat was pureed, giving it a funky, almost pasty texture, and the tomatoes had a tinny quality.

The bar at the Havana is perfect for scheming your life away, but the plush booths along the wide expanse of dance floor are nothing to sneeze at either. (Though frequently you have to put up with the Stranger's editorial staff camped in them; they're fans.) Quentin Ertel (formerly of the Viceroy) knows his ambiance. In the heart of the scrappy Pike/Pine corridor, he's created a bar that makes you feel like one sophisticated martini the moment you step inside.

Who are the 11:30pm girls?