Wordplay is a serious knack. It is honed by lyrical practice and linguistic appreciation. That being said, innuendo repartee is often times the most witty. I’m talking sex, drugs and, of course, swear words.
Unless you are a resident or are looking to become one and yet still keep your “city lifestyle,” the general vicinity of Ravenna/Bryant/Laurelhurst is somewhat of an overlooked and underrated neighborhood(s). Just a hop
25 years is a long time to do, well, anything. Not many can attest to having committed to much for the better part of two and a half decades – Washington state has one of the highest divorce rates in the country, according to the
Australia often times gets a bad rap. They like Paris Hilton a little too much, they honor the British monarchy, Fosters Beer isn’t really made there and Vegemite is upsetting. But don’t sell them short and do look behind the curtain, there is more wonder to Oz than one might imagine.
If there is ever an excuse to drink Barolo, take it. Although many and most Italian winemakers will debate they produce the greatest juice to ever have been bestowed upon their country, there is only one rightful king to the throne — Barolo.
Brainstorming dream life decisions over cocktails is a favorite pastime of mine. The mixing of fantasy and booze usually results in a heady concoction. In the instance of Mhairi Voelsgen and Erin Brophy, founders of broVo Spirits, the idea of leaving the
After 50 years of titanic tourism use and abuse, annual foot-races, concerts and sporting events, the Seattle Center was in need of a facelift. Like any modest lady, she took her body work one subtle piece at a time – a paint touch-up and
Strident criticism toward a single grape varietal is stupid. Saying “I don’t like Merlot, etc.” is comparable to stating dislike for all shoes in general just because you think Crocs are ugly (they are).
I am well aware that I have already written about Ba Bar this calendar year – I don’t care and you can’t stop me from doing it again. I’m not playing favorites or trying to get in with chef/owner Eric Banh, I’m not biding my time there before
If you don’t remember, the summer of 2009 was hot. You bought your first real six-string at the five and dime, you were sweating and whining about the heat like most Seattleites naturally do all the while the grapes in the vineyards of the Pacific Northwest were getting fat and tan, with sugars inside the fruit and bronzing skin on the outside.
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