Election day is upon us again. No, not the primaries or anything high class like that, just the Seattle Weekly’s Best of Seattle. It always helps a business to win an honor, and we all want to help Wallingford businesses, so we encourage you to take moment and get your vote on.
There are at least a dozen categories that Wallingford businesses have a fighting chance at, here are just a few with suggestions:
- Best Place to Buy Affordable Art: If you haven’t checked out Oasis (3644 Wallingford Ave), it’s worth the trip. A small little art gallery tucked into an otherwise residential area, it’s chock full of a broad variety of constantly changing work by local artists.
- Best Restaurant to Expand Your Palate: Lots of great restaurants in the ‘hood, but in my mind, Joule has the best shot here, with its Korean – American fusion style (“smoked tofu, honshimeji confit, soy-truffle vinaigrette”, pickled beef tongue, etc.)
- Best ice cream / gelato: Crowd favorite Molly Moon’s or Mine That Bird underdog, Fainting Goat?
- Best dessert / Best baked goods: Trophy Cupcakes? Hiroki?
- Best Line Worth Waiting In: Molly Moon’s? Trophy Cupcakes?
- Best Neighborhood Blog: Yes, that’s right, there’s a category Best Neighborhood Blog. And we want to win! Sure, the West Seattle Blog, My Ballard and Capitol Hill Seattle are all great blogs and are playing to a larger audience than dear little Wallingford, but…well…we’re awesome and we should win anyway.
As they say in Chicago, vote early and vote often. Click below:
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Joule story:
I was walking up from the Moon Temple to get another pack of cigarettes from the convenience store by Al’s Tavern. A man comes running, not jogging, down the street. Usually this is not a good sign. I mean, I hate joggers. Really who doesn’t? But a guy running at you at top speed at Midnight isn’t usually a good sign. I square my shoulders and adopt my ‘there are easier targets, after all this is Wallingford’ mannerisms that have served me so well over the years. He stops, totally out of breath and asks if he could buy a cigarette for a dollar. Okay, he’s not a mugger. I offer him two for a buck and he declines and says he is trying to quit. I notice the Joule shirt and comment on how much I love their Bison Hanger Steak and Breaded Rabbit Cutlets. He asks me to come with him. We run, literally, over to Joule. He unlocks the door, which is a good sign, for as far as I knew he just was some crackpot with a penchant for fine dining. He takes me to the back and asks me if I drink. “Daily”, I inform him. He smiles and pours two shots of sake. Quality stuff, though I didn’t get to check the label. We banter for about 2 minutes, mostly about how hanger steak is an under appreciated cut and the French occupation of Vietnam’s impact on south east Asian cuisine. He hands me a card and says he has to take off. I offer him a second cigarette gratis and this time he accepts. He locks up and again, runs, toward Quizno’s where I lost sight of him. I look at the card. Joule. Seif Chirchi, chef / owner.
G, I L W.