We had the pleasure of chatting with Freddy Rivas this morning, owner of Seattle's finest taco empire (we assume you'll allow us that one truck in Wallingford and a converted KFC on Capitol Hill count as an empire, when the tacos are that good), Rancho Bravo (211 NE 45th St). Those of you who tried a visit yesterday (and who didn't see our tweet) may be wondering why it was closed. Never fear, it's back in action and better than ever…
Wallingford is a bit like the proverbial elephant described by blind men: each of us experiences our own segment of it, and we miss out on the rest. In the hopes of expanding all our horizons, Wallyhood is pleased to introduce a new feature: a Wallingford Nightlife Calendar. You can find it in our menu bar under "Calendars" (or follow the link above). We've got trivia nights, live music, tango and salsa, everything fun going on around the neighborhood after the…
Baby Z seems to have acquired his first obsession, and it's the bike (or, as he refers to it, "by-KAH"). It is his first, murmured mantra in the morning ("by-kah, by-kah, by-kah"...eyes slowly open), the punctuation to his daily walks (yes, you are correct little man, that is a bike) and, no doubt, the stuff of his dreams. It is unfortunate, then, that he may still be too young to deliver an oral book report to a librarian (unless, perhaps, the…
Continuing with the premise that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", here is another handy pros-vs.-cons guide to Dying City, now playing at Green Lake's Bathhouse Theater (honestly! Green Lake is not that bad!). Cons: 9/11, The Iraq War, Abusive Families, Infidelity, Homophobia, Lies, Suicide - too much of a downer, man! That actor dude playing twin brothers, I don't get it Why do good women fall for bad men? Pros: The actor dude has terrific stage presence and…
If you read last year's "Good Pesach!" post, you know how we feel about Passover: a truly bad-ass Jewish Holiday. The God of the Old Testament rains His wrath on those who enslaved His people, plagues fire from His fingertips, blood flows in the rivers, frogs pour from heaven, boils erupt on the skin of the oppressors, an avenging angel sweeps across the land in the dark of night, the very earth rises from the bottom of the sea to carry…
Did you ever have one of those weekends where you felt like you needed another weekend just to recover? That was my past weekend. Most of the chaos revolved around partially renovating our kitchen to make way for some new appliances; but somehow, I also foolishly talked myself into running the Mercer Island Half Marathon on Sunday. By the time Sunday evening rolled around, I was too spent to do anything about supper. Then I remembered that St. Benedict School was…
Ever have one of those days where it feels like things are falling apart and you can't keep it together? Wouldn't it be nice to take all those broken pieces and arrange them into a lovely and meaningful work of art? Such is the concept behind Seattle Mosaic Arts, a studio on 46th between Stone and Interlake filled with rows and rows of jars of broken glass in intriguing colors, shapes and textures. You begin by laying out the pieces on…