This fall we are combining our love of the football and our dream of learning to cook. On Sunday morning, following a trip to a local farmer’s market/major supermarket chain, we will be preparing a meal from the city of the Seahawks opponent. Then at halftime we will throw our badly burned hands in the air and make hot dogs. Seahawks vs. Grits with Ham and Homemade Applesauce preview Rarely do we think, “I really......

Yeah, yeah, yeah… we’ve bawled a bunch about the blahness of Queen Anne cuisine, from the "exotic" Chinoise at the top of the hill to the "exotic" Racha at the bottom of the hill. So we lowered our expectations a bit to try some good ol' American food at Floyd's Place, which reviewers consistently Yelped as, well, "decent." "Decent" is a decent enough descriptor of the BBQ pork loin sandwich, served with sides of slaw......

We step out of the dank cold and into All City Coffee in Georgetown. Two of the four walls are huge, storefront windows and the interior is white, enabling All City Coffee to transcend the dreary gray and uplift the spirits with light. As light as the flies that buzz over the eclectic furniture ranging from shabby chic to modern. A motorcycle chick chats with a dad as his kid turns somersaults on the sofa......

There's a far more famous Tartine in San Francisco, in the Mission, but we love Cafe Tartine on Gough (rhymes with cough) Street. You go to Cafe Tartine for the feeling of a local French cafe and for the free refills on coffee and for no one ever bothering you for taking up a table for three hours. The baguette sandwiches are delicious, and they do some fun things with bagels, too. (Pseudo-foodies will complain......

Lottie's Lounge, located in Colombia City, is a coffee shop, diner and bar, rolled into one. It's an experiential panacea for those who like to center their lives around one neighborhood joint-- not that Colombia City doesn't already have a lot going on. Lottie's is smack dab in the middle of a re-gentrifying neighborhood, filled with junk stores, boutiques, dive bars and...Starbucks. We walk in and are greeted by retro tables and chairs and what......

When we found that Gorditos was getting out of the lukewarm kitchen that is Queen Anne hill’s restaurant business, we started keeping tabs, via a biweekly stroll, on the eateries closing (and, less frequently, opening) in the neighborhood. That wasn’t often enough. Down went Banjara. Firefly croaked, but from its chrysalis came the more expensive, presumably more flavorful Sorrentino. Pete’s Pizza was shuttered—long live the Calzone King. On last pass, Q’s window still bore a......

Some may call it the Rainy City, the Emerald City, or the Jet City, but around here, we call it like we see it: Seattle is the Coffee Capitol. To say that Seattlites love their lattes is a gross understatement. Without coffee, it’s unlikely that much would happen in this rainy, emerald city, and there would undoubtedly be fewer jets. But while much has been said of our noble brew, less has been noted of......