Oddly enough I live not-too-far from an Airstream dealership. I often drive by their lot, daydreaming of what it might be like to take it back retro-style and travel across the good ol’ US-of-A in one of their iconic silver campers wearing a polka-dotted full-skirted dress akin to 1950s House of Dior
My Sweet Little Cakes opens on Capitol Hill.
Or “hotcakes” if you will. I just didn’t want to confuse you with the nickname your strange neighbor in apartment 4D keeps calling your girlfriend. “Hey, hotcakes!” Either way, pancakes/hotcakes on a stick is the concept
I’m starting to think Ethan Stowell and Tom Douglas are in some sort of secret battle in Seattle to see who can out-restaurant titan the other. Between the two there are 17 restaurants in our dear city — 11 from Douglas with a falafal house to come sometime this year near Paramount
If you’ve been wondering what Molly Mesnick, the runner-up-turned-ultimate-winner of Seattle dad Jason’s “The Bachelor” season, has been up to, look no further than Pure Barre. The local celebrity and former “Bachelor” contestant is currently pregnant with her and Jason’s first child and is yet another “Bachelor” alum who is also a barre advocate (see: Lindzi Cox and Catherine Giudici for The Bar Method).
Sprechen Sie Deutsh? If you don’t, you’d better get out your Rosetta Stone because you’ll want to know such phrases as:
A Bier, bittschen (“One beer, please”)
I would say oh la la la la la la la. Fans of Grace Potter and the Nocturnals will get that reference.
A few blocks west of Quinn’s and Poquitos on Capitol Hill sits an unassuming French cooking school and lifestyle boutique in a renovated building once home to an area architect and art gallery.
(Fair warning: I’m about to drop almost every ‘80s phrase I know.)
Like, OK, so, are you totally up for doing something radical? Like, drinking for a cause? No duh. Like I even had to ask!
The weekend of everything football and bro-food (think: pizza and unlimited chicken wings) is upon us! What are you doing for Super Bowl XLVII?
Last week in Seattle – ‘Top Chef,’ please pack your knives and go. We’re more than a few ferries and the Pike Place Market. We’ve got a no. 1 song from Macklemore, secret dining societies and Zara likes us! So there.
“Are these barre classes like ballet, or something?”
“I don’t know about this, I’ve never done ballet before …”
I hadn’t either but I was thinking it might be closer to a true sweat session than a ballet lesson. Sure, a ballet barre lined three of the mirrored walls of the room but I tried not to think about that minor detail. Plus,