If someone turns this Cakewreck Fail into a LOLCat, the blog on which it is posted will turn into a black hole and suck all of existence into it. Please don’t let that happen.
NFT Radar: The People’s Pub
There are lots of reasons to go to the German-themed People’s Pub. There’s the tap beer selection, which is a who’s who of Deutsch brews, but also tosses in some other Euro favorites (like Strongbow cider) for good measure. There are the board games and the high probability of scoring a table on any given night. Happy hour lasts till 7 so you don’t have to leave work early to partake. There’s a late night happy hour too. But personally, I’d go there for the food. The fried pickles are a popular item (I find them a little overwhelming and I’m so over aoli as a concept) as is anything ending in “schnitzel” or “wurst.” I’d recommend the fried tomato sandwich and the bread pudding. But whatever you decide to order, don’t forget to throw in some spatzle. Spatzle is the German’s greatest contribution to side-dishes. This incredible cross between noodles and dumplings can be enjoyed smothered in butter or blanketed with cheese. And it’s also fun to say. It’s pronounced “shpetz-luh.” See? Fun! It’s true the service can be spotty but the pluses definitely outweigh the minuses. Say it with me now. “Shpetz-luh!”
5429 Ballard Ave NW 98107
206-783-6521
www.peoplespub.com
X-posted from Not For Tourist.
Prop 8 Your Days are Numbered
Our victory on Tuesday was soured by the passing of Proposition 8 in California which stripped gay couples of their hard won and long overdue right to have their marriages legally recognized by the government. It is not only unconstitutional that this was allowed to happen, but it is completely barbaric and we need to do everything we can to show religious zealots that they can believe what they want but they simply cannot impose their dogma on others.
Please join me and (hopefully) thousands of other Seattleites on Saturday in Volunteer park for a rally and march protesting Prop 8. This is part of a national movement and people all across the country will be protesting on the same day. Hell, even the Governator sees how wrong this is.
Last Tuesday proved that change for the better is possible and that the old ways just won’t stand. Let’s bring this country all the way into the 21st century!
For loading your arsenal with good arguments against anyone who opposes civil rights, watch this amazing editorial by Keith Olbermann.
I’ll bring donuts.
Hotter with a Beard: Peter Sarsgaard Edition
In fact, both halves of the HaalGaards are looking mighty fetching. I wish I could have them over for a lovely old timey dinner party, even though it seems like Peter might keep insisting on asking everyone about their childhoods and relationships with their mothers.
NFT Radar: Nite Lite
It’s a Seattle cliche to love dive bars. So much so that someone called Linda has made a career out of emulating them. But the Nite Lite is a true blue original dive. It’s mostly unencumbered by irony-seekers. Surprising considering its location: a block away from the Moore Theatre. It’s owned and operated by Seattle bartending veterans who understand enjoyable bar experience basics and deliver that and only that. An oasis from Belltown douchbaggery, the beer is cheap, the cocktails are lethal and the game is always on. The staff might seem grumpy at first but they’ll have a smile for you if you flash ’em one first. Same goes for the regulars. Wednesday through Saturday, the doors to the left lead to the poolroom with the classic rock juke box. Every day, the doors to the right lead to the main bar with darts, Christmas lights year-round and the awesome classic country juke box. The bar is cash only but there’s an ATM for your convenience. You won’t need to get much out. $4 buys a pitcher of PBR or double well. Sop up the booze with a bite from their bar menu laden with any greasy delight your heart desires from tacos and burritos to burgers and fries. If you don’t love the Nite Lite, you don’t really like dives.
1926 2nd Ave 98101
206-443-0899
X-posted from Not For Tourists.
Prop 8 Protest: Worth Getting Up For
Sunday the 9th of November (tomorrow morning!), there is a Seattle protest of Prop. 8 at the Christ of Latter Day Saints at 5701 8th Ave NE, Seattle, WA (University District). It starts at 8am. I will be there. You should be too. I’ll bring some coffee in a thermos and extra grumpiness for being up so early.
Feel my civil rights loving, not-a-morning-person wrath, Mormons.
Don’t Stop Believin’
Best use of “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey EVER. Impromptu dance party on Broadway in Seattle on Tuesday night. Apparently, these things are still choking me up.
Poor Rebecca Romijn
Believe it or not, this woman is a model. Models are usually good at “modeling through it”. That is to say that even if they’ve been puking their guts out five minutes prior, they can still look amazing on camera. Rebecca Romijn is beautiful and I’ve always liked her. But you can tell by her eyes that she’s made some mistakes. That look that she is giving the camera says “I still can’t believe I actually married that jerkface, Jerry O’Connell. He was just a REBOUND from Stamos, and I let him put TWO damn future douchebabies in my belly. I have regrets, people. Regrets”.
Dixie is Still Dixie
Virginia may have voted right, but they are still 47.25% racist dicks, apparently.
They will never ban smoking in public places and they will never let the Civil War go. And that’s why I moved away at 17 and will never look back.
America! Eff Yeah!
We did it. We actually did it.
This is the first time in my entire life that I am proud to be an American and so proud of what the collective country accomplished together. When I was in high school, I read Jefferson’s original political essays which inspired the Declaration of Independence. I learned the principals by which this country was originally founded and I cried because we had not been upholding them for a long time. We strayed even further from those principals with the last 8 years. I had honestly begun to think that we would never take a step back toward that place.
Last night I cried again. But they were tears of joy. Things are looking up, my friends. Last night we forewent the overcrowded Stranger election party for the Nite Lite, which is one of my absolute favorite bars in Seattle. There was plenty of room, drinks are always cheap, the lighting is warm and inviting, and it was Tamale Tuesday (2 tamales plus beans, rice and a PBR for $6!)
I sat at a table with expats from red states. Iowa, Ohio, North Carolina, and Virginia (me). But last night those red states turned blue. (Well, at least North Carlina is getting there. We also had a California, a Vermont/New Hampshire and some native Washingtons but those guys are always blue.) And then Obama was declared the president elect and the entire bar cheered and clapped and then the crowd hushed and we watched McCain concede. There were some boos, especially when the camera cut to Palin, but for the most part we saw, not bitterness, but relief in the eyes of John McCain. He doesn’t want this mess. He has no idea where to begin. But Obama does. President Obama does.
When Obama delivered his victory speech, we all knew we were watching something iconic and historical. Not just because we were looking at the first black president, but because we were looking at a man who is completely right for the job and who wants to help everyone out of the blackness. His speech was amazing: humble, confident, funny, serious, inspirational, emotional and highly quotable.
“The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even one term, but America – I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there. I promise you – we as a people will get there.”
For the first time I understand why people have pictures of the president in their homes. I want a framed picture of President Obama on my wall. I want to listen to him address the nation as our president for as long as possible.
The Sound Transit expansion prop passed. The parks improvement prop passed. Death with Dignity passed. Tim Eyeman’s jerkface prop DIDN’T pass. Dino Rossi ISN’T our new governor. It’s getting better, man.
The one fly in the ointment is that California’s horribly backward Prop 8 passed. But surely that sort of bigotry can’t last, can it? (Clearly, I’m feeling a lot more optimistic all of a sudden.)
When we left the bar people we found people celebrating in the streets. Horns were honking. Our African cab driver talked excitedly to us and then to his friends on the phone. He honked his horn and shouted “YES WE CAN” out the window. None of us minded being stuck in traffic. We were just keeping the party going.
On Capitol Hill, the police closed off the streets and let people dance and hug and revel. I wanted to revel too and now kind of wish I had instead of going home. But we were tired. It’s been a long, dark journey to get here. And now that we’re here, it’s time for everyone to get some restful sleep. Especially President Obama. He’s gonna need it more than anybody.
Effed by the Wind 
