Meanwhile, Ethan Stowell, Kurt Dammeier, and Marcus Lalario head for the 'burbs.

One of the best views in this second-story bar is a window seat that overlooks Hing Hay Park. Or perhaps it's along the bar ...

The second-generation owners of a Japantown legend have big, bittersweet plans. Marin Caccam says she and her brother, Sho, will close Tsukushinbo, the restaurant their parents founded in 1994. But!

Long, business, power, and every other kind of lunch is very much back on the schedule. Except for three-martini; Seattle’s always been more of an IPA town. A much-needed noontime break entices remote ...

The golden god first appeared in suburban Washington in 1977. Let’s put aside for the moment whether Ramtha is best described as a god, or the God—or a ghost, or an alien, or a total fiction.

The brother’s wordS Come to him at Night. They come clear and strong, no matter what sounds roil off six-lane Aurora Avenue and through the motel room window. They come to him in the morning, on the ...

Marcus Lalario never used to want keys to his businesses. “I would always end up at one of my bars after hours drinking.” Usually he’d hand them off to a general manager. “Just to remove the ...

The blank screen was already intimidating enough. Then, out of nowhere, an incorporeal know-it-all popped up to make us feel even worse about the novel notion of word processing in the mid-’90s. “It ...

For all it promised, all it was not, and all it actually became, Seattle’s Capitol Hill Occupied Protests (better known as CHOP) has but one clear consensus: It existed for 23 precarious days in June.

On slick nights, a warm-white gloss envelops the intersection of East Union Street and 23rd Avenue. As chelsea rain boots thump toward nearby luxury apartments and buses barrel past, the reflection ...

A cook called in sick. The kitchen was beyond slammed. And, naturally, the phone was ringing. The restaurant’s proprietress barely answered in time. But she knew the voice on the line, though mostly ...

Navigating public spaces these past two years has felt a lot like being trapped in a labyrinth; just when you seem to be gaining momentum, a dead end. Just when you feel the path has grown predictable ...