Archive for September, 2007
Stix Loses the Tie, Spiffs Up the Beer
It’s businesses like this that will make South Lake Union a neighborhood, not Paul Allen.
Stix Pizza & Brewing Company:
Reason #1 to ride the S.L.U.T.
in this issue of the Seattle Weekly
Tramp Stamps Could Kill You?
I just read this piece, about lower back tattoos and epidural danger, on Gawker. Gross! But come on, you knew god was going to punish you for your tramp stamp, right? You slut.
It reminded me this dinner I went to a few months ago, Marco Pierre White as guest of honor (MPW, mentor to Gordon […]
Washington Gets a Little Less Dry
Our first legal distillery since Prohibition….
Dry Fly comes on the scene
with vodka, gin…and a to-be-released whiskey
in this issue of the Seattle Weekly
His name was Michael Jackson.
There are three people I look to as role models for writing non-fiction and criticism, all for different reasons. The eternally clever gentleman and essayist Tom Wolfe (and in particular his book The Painted Word), the hilarious, biting, and spot on Nikki Finke, and Michael Jackson, the man who loved, wrote about, and saved beer. […]
What’s A Good Red?
This is far and away the most asked question in my universe. I spent years picking this simple question apart, semantically and psychologically.
Surely a customer means more than just “good,” right? No, not really. Well, they must have a grape or flavor in mind. Nope, again. Usually this question comes from one of three […]
Indian Summer Beer: The forgotten seasonal
Don’t forget to shift into amber before you go all brown and brooding…summer’s not dead yet…
There’s Nothing Like Indian Summer for Variety–of Weather Food and Beer
in this issue of the Seattle Weekly
tags: amber, saison, seattle weekly, beer
Wish You Were Here
…uh, not really. No offense. But there’s where I was, last week
..and here…
…and mental note:DON’T go to Whistler in the summer, it’s full of drooling families that don’t look very outdoorsy. I think they come and cruise the village like it’s a mall. Personally, I’d rather attend a Dave Matthews concert up Mickey Mouse’s bung […]


