The Copper Gate dates back to 1946 and when it went under it was one of the last beer and wine only taverns in the city and one of the more intimidating dives. It was picked up by the owners of Thaiku and La Carta de Oaxaca sometime shortly after 2000, and its bawdy theme not only preserved but accentuated (Seattle's only surviving "scandalnavian" lounge, they proudly proclaim).
Pussy Room. You enter the Pussy Room through an entry shaped like a vagina, pass a case large case of champagne, and turn into a shabby/swanky room with a stage, stripper pole, high-backed, red velvet seats and room for about two dozen people.
Ostensibly for the jazz band that plays there, and not simply the pun, there is an organ in the back of the Pussy Room. But you do not simply enter it any time you feel the urge; currently the room is open to the public only from 8pm-10pm Tuesday nights. At these times they host the impressive jazz drumming of Mike Peterson, a partner on keyboards whom I do not know, and often a guest artist to sit in for a few.
Try the: Stor Agurk
Est. 1946 - Closed July 1, 2013
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