Reggae band gives Seattleites a peace of mind.

Check ’em Out: In 2004, when four beach rats from Santa Barbara got together to jam in a purple haze of smoke, Rebelution unleashed their captivating blend of reggae and grassroots music

Check ’em Out: In 2004, when four beach rats from Santa Barbara got together to jam in a purple haze of smoke, Rebelution unleashed their captivating blend of reggae and grassroots music
Fancy is often embellished as a synonym for expensive. Although this is certainly the case in many circumstances, fancy isn’t too shabbily priced out for food and drink at the glamorous Fairmont Olympic Hotel downtown. While residing within the delicately papered walls lit by intricately assembled chandeliers might come at a steeper sum, indulging in your epicurean passions does not.
Join other cider connoisseurs for an evening to sample tastes you won’t find at your local grocer. The Northwest Cider Association (NWCA) is hosting its second annual Cider Maker’s Dinner.
My parents were in town recently, and you know what that means – lots of good food. I wanted to try Purple for a long time and figured this would be the perfect opportunity because they’re huge wine lovers. I know what you’re thinking – “Purple and Dine on a Dime? It can’t be!” But it can.
As a vegan, I’ve come to realize my cravings for Chinese food should be ignored, but because of my recent obsession with all things “Kung Fu Panda,” I couldn’t take it. The answer was Bamboo Garden in Queen Anne.
If you consider the outpouring of cliché Valentine’s Day roses, heart-shaped chocolate boxes, jewelry ads, lingerie commercials, or just all shades of red as exhausting, you have yet to see The Atomic Bombshells combine it all in their cheeky flair.
The perfect mini-trip at Sleeping Lady Resort in Leavenworth, WA, by Seattleite Senior Photo Editor, Ashley Genevieve.

Valentine’s Day is largely a game of chance. If you play your cards right, the end result could be very pleasurable for you and your eager lover, but you have to know how to work that hand.
Dark, dank, and filled with animal heads. Your grandfather’s study? Well, maybe (probably), but also Smith on 15th Avenue atop Capitol Hill. To expect a shiny, bright menu would be to contradict the mounted deer on the wall, and therefore — does not exist. The void is simply filled with delectable, instinctual, indulgent eats and complimentary cocktails. Just like the doctor (or taxidermist) ordered.
There’s something special to be said about Pacific Northwesterners and their fish. We’re scathing when it comes to salmon, we spurn crab from outside of our realm and we don’t like to buy halibut unless it’s lewdly expensive. And our wine? Pff, if it’s not from Washington (exception being Pinot)