Walk down Bowery from the Lower East Side and watch as the signs turn to Chinese.
and things are marketed a little differently,
walk into what looks like a little alley with hipsters milling about and see if you can find 9 Doyers St.
so you can walk into the (not really) secret bar of Apothéke, an amazing, fancy cocktail bar.
Notice the chandelier made from flasks.
The drinks are $15 but they’re worth it.
(excellent photo by Jeremy Hurd used without permission, hopefully there’s forgiveness)
Ok, ok, I’ll admit it. Seattle has its charms. For one thing, I seriously miss The Stranger. The Village Voice just doesn’t have the same unified snarky voice and dedicated approach to local news. Sure I can read it online, but I love pulling it’s vibrant cover done by a local artist out of the box and then sitting down to devour it in one sitting with coffee. Sometimes Savage Love first, sometimes Last Days first.
I miss spaciousness. Even the major drug store chains in Manhattan are packed in with tiny little inventories and barely enough aisle space for two people to brush past.
I miss beers for five dollars or less. A seven or eight dollar pint of beer is super normal here.
I miss the hills. It’s so cool to be on Capitol Hill and look out down Denny and see Queen Anne Hill off in the distance.
I miss everyone looking for a roommate, instead of everyone looking for a place. When I tell people I’m looking for a place they say, “Are you looking for fee or no fee?” Like, that’s a thing! Many apartments here are brokered. Like, what kind of question is that? I’m like: I want an apartment. If someone’s going to ransom it then let’s hear how dear the ransom is!
I even miss the stupid fire dancing and burlesque everywhere. I’m sure they have that in NYC, but in Seattle all you have to do is play an Aerosmith song and girls suddenly are wearing pasties and spinning fire.
Where do I go to get Chinese Qi Gong Tuina?!
Zen like, in the “I have simple tastes, I like only the best” kind of way
Wait, what should I do?
Le French Hot Dog is super sophisticated. Seriously though, this patisserie is awesome.
Buy three scarves, get a Kung Fu DVD Movie free!
Almost everything has gone swimmingly here so far, but not everything.
A list of mishaps in no particular order:
Everyday, more cool stuff happens than I can even write about. Like, for instance yesterday afternoon I met Steve of the Rising Sun All Stars hip hop collective on the train. He was an earnest guy who told me about the studio they’re building and their show that night.
I told him about Seattle hip hop group Shabazz Palaces and their awesome new album Black Up (I’m going to spread the gospel) and said I’d maybe come to his show after my “friend date”. Well, a couple hours into the friend date and I randomly run into Steve on the street! We go see his show (after astoundingly insane opener The Black Fires, pictured above) the All Stars came on and rocked the stage. It was a perfect end to a perfect day.
I struggle to understand its labyrinthine passageways.
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