Along about 100 years ago, a traveling salesman spotted a likely mark among the residents of a Butte, Montana, boarding…
When Daniel Clowes’ David Boring was published in 2000, it looked for a while as if the graphic novel had…
Not long ago, a friend told me, he tried an online-dating service for the first time. His initial encounter with…
The rise of digital streaming has proved a bonanza for fans of adventurous, wide-ranging entertainment. But for most of the…
Melinda Bargreen’s new history of Seattle Opera is about as good as such institution-published, self-congratulatory commemorations can be. Lots of…
As a general rule, writers shouldn’t write memoirs. Action types should write memoirs; they have lives to recall and justify….
It used to be easy to watch television. Too easy. Everything went down smoothly, predictably, according to decades of familiarity….
Revisiting teen Seattle in the70s
Osteria La Spiga grows in size but gets even better.
Don’t believe the hype about Washington wines topping out.
Thirty years ago in Seattle Weekly.
‘Liberated marriage,’ circa 1976.
New to the job, and the governor’s got you confronting a wine industry heavyweight. What’s a Liquor Board president to do?
Thirty years ago in Seattle Weekly.
It’s not just for margaritas anymore.
Thirty years ago in Seattle Weekly.
Thirty years ago in Seattle Weekly.
As the main north-south avenue of travel and trade from northern Europe to the Midi, the Rhône Valley was tamed…
The cozy relationship between the Liquor Control Board and the people it’s supposed to be monitoring is falling apart—finally.
Thirty years ago in Seattle Weekly.
From the jazzy Fancy Free to the elegant Theme and Variations, Pacific Northwest Ballet sparkles.
Canlis’s head sommelier, Shayn Bjornholm, moves on and his apprentice steps into the role.
Prominent California winemaker Randall Grahm is coming to Washington—but as Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?
