In the early 1980s, you could count the number of American microbreweries on two hands, and two of them were in Washington: Redhook Ale Brewery in Ballard (now in Woodinville) and Grant’s Brewery Pub in Yakima (now closed).
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Those who grew up in the 1970s may recall the appearance of a brick in the bathroom toilet tank—a popular do-it-yourself water-saving measure. Fortunately, living green has become a little more sophisticated in recent decades.
We at Seattle magazine like to throw ourselves into researching our stories, so when we decided to do a beer issue to tap into (sorry) the recent resurgence of craft brewing, well, you can imagine how we felt we needed to take one for the team.
A new line of urban bags from Cascade Designs’ SealLine brand ($64.95–$169.95) coddles your stuff when you’re out enjoying our region’s infamous inclemency.
Tucked into an alley by Barnes & Noble behind Lincoln Square, Ivetta Arzumanov’s new Blue Luna is a charming trove of Parisian finds and cutting-edge garments from Italy and Spain.
At-home beauty devotees (this means you, lemon-juice highlights and homemade-scrub lady), meet new shower soul mate, MeMe Cosmetics’ Beer Shampoo and Conditioner.
Schooled by Vivienne Westwood designers at American InterContinential University in London (trivia interlude: One of her fellow students was none other than Project Runway season-four winner Christian Siriano), the 2011 Seamless in Seattle finalist Gina Moorhead is bringing a taste of British style back across the pond with her prim and polished Gina Marie women’s wear
“I’m in a committed relationship with my heels,” Erin Hiemstra says, with a laugh. “Though I’m tall, I’m a high-heel gal all the way—booties especially are my weakness.”
Nancy Guppy bought her first work of art at a coffee shop in 1989.
Unlike most people, Nancy White looks forward to her monthly doctor’s appointment. Instead of waiting alone for her doctor in a cramped exam room, the 80-year-old Seattleite checks in with eight other elderly patients in a conference room, where she gets her blood pressure checked, learns how to better control her diabetes—and catches up with a few friends.
As he travels around Seattle seeking support for his City Council candidacy, Bradley Meacham hears the same two questions over and over again. “Can I vote for you?” and “Do I live in your district?” Every time, Meacham hesitates. The answer is complicated: Yes, Seattle voter, you can vote for Meacham. But no, you don’t live in his district.
An infection is spreading through Seattle—one so virulent it threatens to overtake the city’s other iconic symbols (coffee, rain, hipsters in plaid): zombies.
In a window-wrapped corner space next to the recently expanded Spinasse (which now has a new, open pasta-making station, but retains its utterly charming trattoria), chef Jason Stratton has debuted Artusi, a drop-in-friendly, wildly decorated—zebra-patterned walls, ceilings hung with tubular light fixtures—aperitivo bar.
Maria Hines’ newest restaurant serves up Carnation-based Full Circle Farm’s kale sautéed with harissa, lemon and garlic for a flavorful balance of earthy, bright and spicy notes. $8. Ballard, 1744 NW Market St.; 206.706.2977; golden-beetle.com
When I moved to New York City a decade ago, I couldn’t believe how bad they had it. Oh sure, they’ve got Mario Batali, Daniel Boulud and so many other of the country’s best chefs. They’ve got world-class service, a genius on every corner, yada yada.
You’ve gotta figure that a guy who builds his business out of an Airstream trailer has a sense of humor and a lightness of heart, and Josh Henderson’s Skillet Diner—the new brick-and-mortar sister of food truck Skillet Street Food—proves you right.
It used to be that a visit to Zippy’s involved squeezing into a cramped space or waiting outside in the mini-mart parking lot for your burger.
Now that Zippy’s has relocated to a corner spot in White Center, there are red vinyl booths, plenty of tables and a lot more breathing room. And I love Zippy’s delicious burgers even more.
Like the first time I wrap myself in a trusty woolen sweater, there are culinary rites of passage that I find myself revisiting as autumn softens into the cool, dark months of winter.
A new watering hole sits along the steel paths of the pedestrian walkway downtown, offering a sweet escape during long ferry waits.
What they are: The earliest recipe for marrons glacés, or candied and glazed chestnuts, originates from 16th-century France, and gained in popularity in Louis XIV’s opulent Versailles court. Thousands of years of careful breeding have made the choicest chestnuts—also called marrons—less bitter and naturally sweeter.
Seattleites store all sorts of miscellany in their garages (bike racks, the inevitable rain boot collection, a gardening trowel, chicken feed) but Link Lab Artisan Meats owner David Pearlstein uses his Wallingford garage to house something much more high tech: the USDA-inspected and -approved sausage production facility of his dreams.
NAME: Melanie Burgess
OCCUPATION: Costume designer
ON CAREER PATHS: “Sometimes I think I was trying to find acting and costume design found me.”
FAVORITE GIG SO FAR: Jesus Christ Superstar at the Village Theatre
The Northwest has a long history of knocking down logs, and while we no longer have endless forests to plunder, we do have…Palikka.
For the second year in a row, the City Arts Festival is bringing arts of all genres to venues across Seattle (10/20–10/22; times, prices and venues vary; cityartsfest.com). If it all feels too gloriously overwhelming, just focus on our must-see picks below.
Here it is, the end of the Seattle Sounders’ third season, and our beloved team still has no mascot. What gives? The Portland Timbers have earned acres of press since joining MLS last spring—thanks in large part to their manly mascot, “Timber Joey,” a lumberjack who wields an actual (not foam!) chainsaw during games.
AJ Epstein doesn’t know quite what to call himself. The 40-year-old producer/director/lighting designer, who in June opened live theater venue West of Lenin in Fremont, has jokingly labeled himself “Responsible Party” and “El Presidente,” and has recently enjoyed the ring of “Arts Entrepreneur.” After verbally volleying all these options, he decides: “I’m an artist and a businessman.
Amy O’Neal has worked with Pat Graney Company and Scott/Powell Performance, as well as her own companies, Locust and (currently) AmyO/tinyrage. She is artist-in-residence at Velocity Dance Center and will perform new solos and duets with Kathleen Hermesdorf as part of Velocity’s Guest Artist Series. 10/28–10/29. 8 p.m. Prices vary.
Surely there is no better name than Hrafnhildur Arnardottir, the New York–based Icelandic artist famous for her outlandish sculptures, installations and costumes made of braided hair and wildly woolly fabrics.
“I love cookbooks,” says Lara Hamilton. “I read them as if they were novels.” The former Microsoft employee began collecting cookbooks a couple of years ago, and after visiting other cookbook-only bookstores (such as Books for Cooks in London) decided Seattle needed one, too.
WHERE: Northwind Arts Center in Port Townsend
Those of us who remember when the whole city throbbed in the thrill of grunge rock are having a somewhat unpleasant brush with mortality of late. Not only did September mark 20 years since the release of Nirvana’s epic album Nevermind, this year is the 20th birthday of a little band named Pearl Jam, whose debut record, Ten, came out in August 1991.
Birthdays for wee ones should not be associated with nervous breakdowns. Here’s a trifecta of local talent that can assist you with planning a great celebration.
With more backyards than bistros, Phinney Ridge tends to attract more dog walkers than foodies. But what started as a trickle of new restaurants has turned into a full-on food avalanche on this hilltop nabe nestled between Woodland Park Zoo and Greenwood, bringing with it a hearty selection of new shops and boutiques.
Drinking locally is a long-held tradition, though it has gone in and out of vogue. Washington was a major supplier of hops for beer and grapes for wine long before Prohibition, and during it, we avidly smuggled booze from Canada.