Food, cooking, eating
Go north on Highway 99 and Seattle changes from downtown highrises to overpriced bungalows. After Greenlake, it’s strip motels and auto repair shops, and then used car dealers and plumbing supply and adult video. Closer to Edmonds, the backlit plastic signs add a language. Korean supermarkets and restaurants appear in the low rise strip malls. …
When you are in a landlocked nation, it is easy to become snobby about seafood – especially if you are from a port city. Once, I dined with a fellow immigrant to Austria (he was from Acapulco) at a seafood meal. “THIS IS NOT FISH!” we declared, a bilateral front of West Coast supremacy. “Face …
What with the time changes and the traveling and the being in a land locked nation, Fish Wednesday has some special challenges added to it. But it’s not over, no sir. It’s not Wednesday (though maybe it still is in Hawaii) but there was fish nonetheless. Fish Wednesday is now Fisch Donnerstag, featuring a grilled …
This week’s Fish Wednesday is going to be eaten out of a compartmentalized tray squeezed on the back of the seat in front of me, so I’ve moved it up a few days. Plus, who wants to put something as sacred as Fish Wednesday in the hands of British Airways? I might be able to …
The Man in Blue plays Johnny Cash songs on a big guitar in Post Alley. He’s a smiling guy and has a deep voice and he’s not half bad. He played a respectable Walk the Line – that was preceded by the classic Folsom Prison Blues. Johnny Cash makes a suitable soundtrack for eating chowder …
Mr. Fish Pants, seen here in his pants with fish on them, joined us at Coastal Kitchen last night for dinner. “Those eyelashes are to die for,” the waiter told me, while Mr. FP and I were taking a stroll about the place. Mr. FP is modest, mostly, and just squealed and giggled and gave …