Seattle goings on
If you think you don’t want to see a play about semi-pro wrestling, especially one that has an overtly homoerotic subplot, well, to my stunned surprise, you’re wrong. Last night I was lucky enough to catch Piledriver at the Cap Hill Arts Center. I found it wildly entertaining. Oh, sure, it’s obscene. It’s rife with …
The Man in Blue plays Johnny Cash songs on a big guitar in Post Alley. He’s a smiling guy and has a deep voice and he’s not half bad. He played a respectable Walk the Line – that was preceded by the classic Folsom Prison Blues. Johnny Cash makes a suitable soundtrack for eating chowder …
Mr. Fish Pants, seen here in his pants with fish on them, joined us at Coastal Kitchen last night for dinner. “Those eyelashes are to die for,” the waiter told me, while Mr. FP and I were taking a stroll about the place. Mr. FP is modest, mostly, and just squealed and giggled and gave …
Up at the top of Jackson at the corner of 20th, there’s a funny little place called Hidmo. There’s a bar with a dance floor – Hidmo has live music every other Friday night – a sort of hallway with booths in it, and the restaurant is at the back under a sign that says …
I ate a huge lunch yesterday, so Fish Wednesday was scaled back to a nice, refreshing tuna salad featuring mixed greens, capers, and tomatoes. It was dressed with little pumpkin seed oil, balsamic, and salt. — It’s SeaFair this weekend, and that means the Blue Angels. God help me I hate the Blue Angels. Go …
Pro tip: That note on your dishwasher about what kind of soap to put in it? Read it.