2228 2nd Ave, Seattle, WA 98121 - (206) 441-3309
Opened: Jan 2011- Closed May 2011
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Friday, March 04, 2011
#1345 #S809 - Oskar's Kitchen / Bubble Room, Seattle - 1/20/2011
This bar owned by ex-Sonic star Sean Kemp opened in 2010 in the previous location of the Ascada Bistro (Perche No, before that), just up from Peso's. I haven't noticed anything all that remarkable in the food or drinks, but at least they are efficient, with the bar run by Kyriakos Kyrkos ("KK"). Kemp often roams the room and chats with guests.
oskarskitchen.com - seattleweekly - the stranger - yelp
#1344 #S808 - Lucy, Seattle - 1/19/2011
Lucy, which is named after our 3.2 million year-old Australopithecus afarensis relative, is a quite good little Ethiopian restaurant. But as for the bar, they appear to still be learning the basics of the craft.
10002 Aurora Ave N, Seattle, WA 98133 (Oaktree Plaza) - (206) 402-3058
lucy-ethiopia.com - yelp - culturemob
lucy-ethiopia.com - yelp - culturemob
#1343 #S807 - Julia's on Broadway, Seattle - 1/17/2011
Julia's is over the top gay Broadway, with drag shows, portraits of Barbara Steisand and Lady Gaga, and cocktails named "Totally Gay" and "Getting Married AKA Stupid." This location has hosted a bar since at least 1939, when it was the Checkerboard Tavern. In 1945 it was purchased by the great Husky runningback and longtime NFL player and re-named "Ernie Steele's," maintaining the name of the "Checkboard Room" for the bar. From 1991 through 2001 it was Ileen's.
300 Broadway E, Seattle, WA 98102 - (206) 860-1818
Est. 2002; Building constructed: 1909
juliasrestaurantseattle.com - seattle times - seattle weekly - Ernie Steele's facebook - yelp
300 Broadway E, Seattle, WA 98102 - (206) 860-1818
Est. 2002; Building constructed: 1909
juliasrestaurantseattle.com - seattle times - seattle weekly - Ernie Steele's facebook - yelp
Sunday, February 27, 2011
#1342 #S806 - Panevino, Seattle - 1/17/2011
A very large selection of pasta dishes, good selection of wine, and decent cocktails with fresh squeezed juices
416 Broadway E, Seattle, WA 98102 - (206) 328-7817
Opened: June 2010
panevinoseattle.com - the stranger - facebook - seattle met - yelp
panevinoseattle.com - the stranger - facebook - seattle met - yelp
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
#1341 #S805 - Siam on Eastlake, Seattle - 1/15/2011
This thai restaurant and long has moved up the road onto Eastlake, where it curves into Lake Union. But new (opened 10/15/2010) location is still much more Lake Union than Eastlake. It's big, modern and somewhat swanky -- more Joey's than Eastlake Zoo. The food is very good and the cocktails quite serviceable. I had a catfish dish with a Sleepless in Manhattan (bourbon, Grand Marnier, Tuaca, sweet vermouth, champagne float)
siamthairestaurants.com - the stranger - yelp
siamthairestaurants.com - the stranger - yelp
#1340 #S804 - Gim Wah, Seattle - 1/11/2011
There are a number of good dive bars attached to Chinese restaurants in Seattle, but for me the Gim Wah in Magnolia tops them all. This is largely due to the fact that it is too small for karaoke, and in too remote a neighborhood to concede much seedy integrity to a younger, more ironic crowd.
When I mention that I am headed to the Gim Wah, the owner of a neighboring restaurant tells me that the last time he passed by he saw a man out front of the place putting out his cigarette with one of the swim flippers he was wearing. "It's always something at the Gim Wah," he tells me. When I actually arrive there, there are ten customers -- all male, all over 40, and more of them outside smoking than inside drinking (though none wearing flippers). Eventually a woman enters -- an older lady with a great swirl of blue hair and an overwhelming amount of soapy perfume. Some of the men are loudly telling stories about crab traps and tides and how easy it was to dig up a bucket of clams 30 years ago. As each new customer wanders in, he is greeted with some jest of recognition -- "Uh-oh, here comes trouble. Ha ha ha!" "You have the truck out tonight?" "Yeah, Trans Am don't go so good in the snow." "Ha ha ha!"
When one of the regulars hears me order some Chinese food, he warns me "Four out of five stars? That will blow your head off!" But the meal is actually very bland by most standards. Eventually a stylish couple with perfect hair, expensive overcoats, and neat scarves come in, looking like they just rolled in from the opera. The male is clearly demonstrating his depth of character with this visit, and sits there amidst the rope light and faux marble, chatting up the bartender and commenting on how great everything is.
At the other end of the bar is a scary looking guy -- he looks stone sober and dead serious, a placid, impatient scowl beneath his thin mustache. He is a big, Latino man who rarely speaks, but seems to lie in a steady orbit of drunk locals around him, who elaborate their problems to him. The big man speaks quietly, so you can make out only the other, drunker side of the conversations. "He don't pay me nothin." "Life is hard. I take care of my mother." "You can be a good guy for so long, and then fuck it, it ain't workin."
There's snow starting to fall outside -- more is predicted overnight and people are wondering aloud if it will lead to the sort of traffic debacles that the last storm did. The latest drunk guy to have been chatting up the stoic big man seems to be calling it a night. The big man makes one last imperceptibly quiet comment, and the drunk man slides off his stool in the general direction of the front door. "No," says the drunk guy, "I don't need your help to get home." I decide to call it a night too, but I'll be back.
3418 West McGraw St, Seattle, WA 98199-3212 - (206) 284-7000
Est. ?; Building constructed: 1946
seattle weekly - yelp - magnolia voice - insider pages - dine.com
When I mention that I am headed to the Gim Wah, the owner of a neighboring restaurant tells me that the last time he passed by he saw a man out front of the place putting out his cigarette with one of the swim flippers he was wearing. "It's always something at the Gim Wah," he tells me. When I actually arrive there, there are ten customers -- all male, all over 40, and more of them outside smoking than inside drinking (though none wearing flippers). Eventually a woman enters -- an older lady with a great swirl of blue hair and an overwhelming amount of soapy perfume. Some of the men are loudly telling stories about crab traps and tides and how easy it was to dig up a bucket of clams 30 years ago. As each new customer wanders in, he is greeted with some jest of recognition -- "Uh-oh, here comes trouble. Ha ha ha!" "You have the truck out tonight?" "Yeah, Trans Am don't go so good in the snow." "Ha ha ha!"
When one of the regulars hears me order some Chinese food, he warns me "Four out of five stars? That will blow your head off!" But the meal is actually very bland by most standards. Eventually a stylish couple with perfect hair, expensive overcoats, and neat scarves come in, looking like they just rolled in from the opera. The male is clearly demonstrating his depth of character with this visit, and sits there amidst the rope light and faux marble, chatting up the bartender and commenting on how great everything is.
At the other end of the bar is a scary looking guy -- he looks stone sober and dead serious, a placid, impatient scowl beneath his thin mustache. He is a big, Latino man who rarely speaks, but seems to lie in a steady orbit of drunk locals around him, who elaborate their problems to him. The big man speaks quietly, so you can make out only the other, drunker side of the conversations. "He don't pay me nothin." "Life is hard. I take care of my mother." "You can be a good guy for so long, and then fuck it, it ain't workin."
There's snow starting to fall outside -- more is predicted overnight and people are wondering aloud if it will lead to the sort of traffic debacles that the last storm did. The latest drunk guy to have been chatting up the stoic big man seems to be calling it a night. The big man makes one last imperceptibly quiet comment, and the drunk man slides off his stool in the general direction of the front door. "No," says the drunk guy, "I don't need your help to get home." I decide to call it a night too, but I'll be back.
Est. ?; Building constructed: 1946
seattle weekly - yelp - magnolia voice - insider pages - dine.com
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