The Weekend Wrap: March 27-April 2

"Bugsy" from +Russ in our SunBreak Flickr pool, who adds: "There's a bunch of rabbits hopping around the neighborhood. This one is our favorite."

Founder of Lunchbox Laboratory dies (My Ballard)
Fitness activities for all ages at Van Asselt CC (Beacon Hill Blog)
Olympic Sculpture Park Farmer’s Market to be no more (belltownpeople)
Rains beat road: Interlaken Drive closed indefinitely (Capitol Hill Seattle)
Urbanist redevelopment of Yesler Terrace would create new affluent majority (Central District News)
Highlights from public meeting about Eastlake’s Roanoke Street End Park (Eastlake Ave)
‘The Dark Side Of Chocolate’ Comes To Fremont (Fremont Universe)
The Money Pit and The Money Pit, Part II (Blogging Georgetown)
Green Lake band ‘Hotels’ is a semifinalist in Billboard’s Battle of the Bands contest (My Green Lake)
Magnolia man sentenced to 57 months in prison for wire fraud (Magnolia Voice)
Police chase burglary suspects through Maple Leaf yards (Maple Leaf Life)
Chocolat Vitale opening first retail store in Lower Phinney/East Ballard (PhinneyWood)
Deep-bored tunnel on the way to the ballot (Queen Anne View)
Rainier Valley Residents Look to City to Make Good on Promise of Green Jobs (Rainier Valley Post)
Roadwork at the “Scramble” to begin the week of April 4th (Ravenna Blog)
Despite injunction, ‘Jiggles’ prepares for grand re-opening (Roosiehood)
Karama Restaurant- Flavor on the Cheap! (Southend Seattle)
Yesler Terrace redevelopment aims for social equity, vibrancy (South Seattle Beacon)
Meet Togo, Balto and Brenda.. the tunnel boring machines (U District Daily)
No Tour de Fat this year at Gas Works (My Wallingford)
Spawn of Hell Uncovered on Stone Way (Wallyhood)
New concept in court fight over The Hole: How about talking it out? (West Seattle Blog)
Seattle City Council’s president on North Highline Annexation, post-delay vote (White Center Now)

Seattle’s Most Ignored Speed Limits

Ballard Bridge at Night
It looks pretty, but people are speeding on it! (Photo: Flickr user Great Beyond)

Seattle drivers abide John Law, mostly. For example, we signal, which I think is a criminal offense in New York City. We don’t run red lights (Boston), we don’t tailgate on the freeway at 75 (Los Angeles), we don’t do whatever you’d call this (India).

But even we passive Sons and Daughters of Norway have our breaking point. Some Seattle byways are hot beds of lawlessness; zones of anarchy where drivers simply refuse to obey authority. It’s Gandhian civil disobedience where the rubber hits the road (snort…) literally!

1) The Burke-Gilman Trail
You may not know this, but certain parts of the Burke-Gilman Trail have a speed limit. 15 mph. My friend Kelly sure didn’t–she got a ticket for exceeding that mark. According to this 2007 Weekly article, the average speed on the BGT is 14 mph. And those racer dudes in the bright Spandex surely whiz by “on my left” a lot faster than that.

2) First Avenue South Bridge
This bridge, which you’ll take if you pick the underused 99-to-509 route to Sea-Tac, has metal grating, so the powers that be recommend you not drive more than 40 mph. PSHAW, say Seattle drivers. On this wide, relatively new three-lane highway, 60 mph is the norm. At 40 you’ll look like a canoe paddling through molasses.

3) Aurora (Pretty much the whole way)
From the viaduct (50 mph limit, but everyone goes 60) to the Aurora Bridge (40, but everyone goes 50) to the section north of Green Lake (35, but please), traffic speeds on Aurora. The most-speedingest part may be northbound on the Aurora Bridge, where a slight downhill grade lends itself to acceleration. SPD knows this too, and often sets up a speed trap just north of the end of the bridge. Beware!

**Digression: Once I was at Disneyland, and in one of their above-ground parking garages, there was a sign that said “Speed Limit: 12.” I found this paralyzingly hilarious, because imagine if you get pulled over for that. “Officer, what’s the problem–I was going 12.” “Well, I’m sorry, but I had you at 13.” Ha!**

4) Lake City Way
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, which is why savvy Seattleites have been using Lake City Way for generations to more quickly reach Tubs. The arterial rolls downhill from 80th to about 100th, and going the 35 mph speed limit on this stretch is not recommended unless you want to get tailgated by hungry sandwich lovers. (My friend Jason points out that he once got a ticket going 45 on Lake City Way, but I bet he was going faster.)

5) Lake Washington Boulevard
Given how gorgeous the view can be on this two-lane arterial hugging the western shoreline of Lake Washington, peeps should probably drive around 10 mph. But they have places to be, and therefore don’t hew to the 25 mph posted speed limit. Also, if you have a car that handles well, zipping around the curves is exhilarating. The exception here of course is when frigging recreational bikers (hi Dad!) clog up the road and force you to crawl behind them until you can pass.

There’s our top five. What are some of the most-ignored speed limits that we missed? And, most importantly, where are the speed traps??

Renoir and Errol Flynn: Cinema Essentials at the Grand Illusion and Central Cinema

Original poster art for Jean Renoir's The Rules of the Game.

It’s a great weekend–and a great week–to be a movie geek in Seattle, with two of this ‘burg’s best independent theaters each unspooling movies that rightfully belong on any self-respecting film lover’s Bucket List.

The Grand Illusion Cinema celebrates the beginning of their eighth year as Seattle’s “weirdest, most wonderful non-profit, volunteer-operated cinema” with a party–and a screening of director Jean Renoir’s 1939 gem, The Rules of the Game tonight (the film will continue on for a six-day run at the GI). Renoir’s film follows a week in the country with several members of French aristocracy as various socialites (and their servants) dine, hunt, and carry on affairs.

The Rules of the Game is one of those rare vaunted Greatest Films in Cinema History that deserves its rep, richly. During its original release, it roused the undisguised contempt of the French upper class for its scalpel-sharp dissection of that strata’s lack of conscience. Critics at the time panned it, and the movie’s original negative was destroyed entirely during a World War II Allied bombing run (thankfully the movie received a painstaking restoration from surviving prints, to its full length with Renoir’s blessing in the late 1950s). But like a lot of misunderstood-at-the-time films, The Rules of the Game plays more resonantly now than ever.

This eighty-year-old movie courses with the sensibility of a contemporary indie flick. The gallery of characters–capricious socialite Christine (Nora Gregor), her equally fickle husband Robert (Marcel Dalio), and ostensible voice of reality Octave (well-played by Renoir himself), among them–initially feel like the kinds of archetypes that would pop up in a textbook Depression-Era American comedy. But instead of spinning these people into a rote pattern of irresponsible action/awakening of conscience/quaintly romantic happy ending, Renoir shows them yielding to their more base passions with frequent disregard for the emotional consequences. And with no Hollywood-style finger-wagging or manufactured repercussions for their actions, viewers are left to observe (judge) these people for themselves.

There are laughs and a lightness of touch, to be sure,  but the movie’s also a layer cake of subtext.  The hunting party scene in the film’s middle portion, which jarringly contrasts alluring tracking shots with a truly harrowing massacre of animals, is cogent semaphore for France’s denial of the horrors of World War II (and for that matter, the upper class’s pillaging of the resources around them). Meantime, the movie’s tragic coda furthers the metaphor of a county too wrapped up in its own hedonism to see the horrific writing on the wall. And if that’s not a lesson that could still use heeding today, I don’t know what is.

Errol Flynn makes Kevin Costner look like a potato-headed mook as Robin Hood.

Central Cinema provides a terrific contrast to Renoir’s masterpiece by beginning a three-day run today of The Adventures of Robin Hood, the glorious 1938 adaptation of the well-worn English folk tale. No heavy message here, folks; just a rip-roaring great time.

Errol Flynn‘s megawatt charisma and raffish charm still define popular culture’s most heroic thief and archer; Olivia DeHaviland makes for the most gorgeous heroine this side of, well, anyone; great character actors (Claude Rains, Eugene Pallette, Alan Hale Sr.) enrich the proceedings stratospherically; and Flynn’s Robin Hood faces the most worthy of adversaries in the form of Basil Rathbone’s magnetically-sinister Sir Guy of Gisborne. See The Adventures of Robin Hood in all its breezily-perfect, eye-popping Technicolor glory on a big screen, and by comparison, today’s hollow action flicks will look like grunting cavemen in aluminum-foil diapers.

Seattle’s Greatest Pranks Revealed

WHAT YOU THINK:Governor Gregoire and Mayor McGinn have a strong dislike for each other, stemming from the viaduct/tunnel decision.

APRIL FOOLS! The two love birds have been married for twenty years and co-wrote “Northwest’s Best Places to Kiss” from memory.

WHAT YOU THINK: Water pouring into the I-90 Floating Bridge caused it to sink.

APRIL FOOLS! God, answering prayers from anti-tax constituents, went back in time and sank the bridge to prevent tolls from being collected. Only later did He realize He sank the wrong bridge.

WHAT YOU THINK: Paul Allen has hard feelings towards Bill Gates about being pushed out of Microsoft.

APRIL FOOLS! Gates and Allen don’t exist; they are two characters played by master impressionist and comedian Steve Ballmer.

april fool's

‘Hearts are Monsters’ at Theatre Off Jackson (Review)

I wasn’t able to get a review of Hearts are Monsters (March 4-26 at Theatre Off Jackson) up before it closed, but since this production was brought back by popular demand, maybe it will show up again.

And, if nothing else, you should probably be alerted to the work of local playwright Kelleen Conway Blanchard (author of Edith’s Head and Small Town, as well).

Hearts are Monsters sets up as an exceedingly alternate-reality Hamlet, a comedy about a dead father discovered buried under the kitchen floor, six years after his disappearance.

Nothing is typically Shakespearean: the entire cast wears heavy makeup, overdoing it on blue eye shadow and rouged cheekbones. Marcy (Erin Stewart), the nerdy brainiac with a side ponytail and naked mole rats, is less motivated to find her father’s murderer than to steal bad-boy football hero Jack (Joey Gilmore, who also rocks a toy guitar) from her aggressively pneumatic cheerleader-sister’s clutches.

Mother (Karen Heaven) does perch queen-like on a settee, throwing down cocktails and, in a slurred aristocratic drawl, reminiscing helpfully about her struggles with single motherhood: “The Social Services say you can’t feed babies tiny martinis to help them sleep, even if they like tiny martinis and hold out their little hands for them….”

Bret Fetzer scrupulously adheres to the reality of this disjointed place, which all in all, begins to feel like the semi-staged view of reality you get from an old nature documentary, just with these people instead of nocturnal bats. Blanchard’s script is stuffed–perhaps overstuffed–with seemingly effortless digressions that lay bare the souls of her characters while painting in scenery and commenting on the situation.

Let’s hear from the erect-postured Coach Snell (James Weidman), who has long and not-so-surreptitiously nursed an infatuation with Mother, as he awkwardly attempts to reach out to the troubled Marcy, who’s been acting out:

She says on Tuesday you refused to partner up with Melissa Jensen and threatened to “slam her vagina into the film projector” when she encouraged you to pay attention to the showing of LSD: A Young Woman’s Flight to Madness.

In one line, you get Snell’s solicitousness, Marcy’s too-intellectual bent (of course she’d come up with “vagina” and not one of the more usual suspects), and the hysteria of scared-straight school films.

Blanchard doesn’t stint on characterization. Even cheerleader Wendy (Erin Pike) is deliciously fractured. Her pursuit of sexiness as a lifeboat–she’d ride Jack out of town on his back if she needed to–could have left her a possessed sex doll, but Blanchard injects a current of sibling rivalry that humanizes her (and Fetzer makes the most of its culmination in an epic slap-fight).

In a review of the earlier production (from which I’m borrowing the quoted excerpts), Brendan Kiley said Blanchard’s style reminded him of “John Waters, Daniel Waters (Heathers), and Jack Hill (Switchblade Sisters, Foxy Brown).”

Style is important here–in this mode of storytelling, the façade supports the building. David Gignac’s SNL-sketch set design (a few lockers create a school), and Jennifer Hurlbert’s in-your-face costumes and makeup are of a piece with Blanchard’s effusions of wit and emotional viscera. You’re engulfed by the giddy laughter of a fever dream, as beneath the garish hyperbole, the drama of the family left behind (to splinter or draw together) plays out.

Escape from Seattle: Voracious in Vancouver

In addition to my escape to Portland and to points east last summer (and Vancouver Island), I made three trips to Vancouver/Richmond the second half of the year, and am finally here to report on them.

To help break this into manageable bites, I’m dividing my report into three pieces. This post will explore some “splurges and snacks” (with an emphasis on Vancouver), the next will be a Japanese interlude, and the final will have a “seriously Chinese” theme, focusing more on Richmond (but with some Vancouver places included as well).

Here are the places I’ll cover in this first report:

  • ORU
  • Fairmont Pacific Rim Hotel
  • MARKET by Jean-Georges
  • Shangri-La Hotel
  • Boneta
  • Blue Water Café + Raw Bar
  • West
  • Go Fish
  • Café Medina
  • Dutch Girl Chocolates
  • Mediterranean Specialty Foods
  • Cheesecake Etc.
  • Thomas Haas Chocolates

I hadn’t been to Vancouver in a few years, as my discovery of the dynamic food scene in Portland had me traveling south instead of north. But a trip to Whistler provided an opportunity to rediscover this gem of a city, and I quickly realized what I’d been missing.

My first meal was at ORU, which would be the first of two I’d take at hotel restaurants. Chef David Wong pays homage to culinary traditions of the East in contemporary dishes that are often a sight to behold. I’d heard about ORU’s ramen and was eager to give that a try, but it had been dropped from the menu due to some challenges in achieving consistent quality. Instead, I enjoyed this feast:

ORU is located at the Fairmont Pacific Rim, which opened just in time for the 2010 Summer Olympics. The hotel’s guest rooms are luxurious, with state-of-the-art technology and views of Vancouver’s North Shore mountains, Stanley Park, and Coal Harbour. As part of a splurge stay here, I highly recommend an experience at the Willow Stream Spa. During a return visit, my partner and I did a Ritual for Two spa treatment (aka “Playful”)—complete with applying aromatic algae masks on each other, soaking in a Japanese tub, and receiving side-by-side massages—which was fun and relaxing. Unfortunately, we were foolish in not allowing enough time to enjoy all of the spa’s facilities, including the outdoor relaxation deck with its private Jacuzzis and meditation pods. Don’t make the same mistake.

Desire further pampering? Then check out Chi, the Spa at the Shangri-La. The hotel is just a few short blocks away, close to the Robson Street shopping scene, and is the only Shangri-La in North America. Service is attentive and elegant. Bedrooms feel slightly smaller than at the Fairmont Pacific Rim, but the bathrooms gleam with granite and are simply monstrous. And I loved my corner suite with its expansive deck, great for relaxing. Touches of Eastern décor make this property a serene, meditative spot in the city, and the feeling finds its way into the spa, where we enjoyed the Perfect Partners package: a steam shower for two, then the Chi foot ritual, followed by another hour-long side-by-side massage.

You’ll want to take your spa treatment on an empty stomach, and if you’re hungry afterward, you may not want to stray far from the hotel. Luckily, you can stay in by dining at MARKET by Jean-Georges. Years ago, I enjoyed eating at Vong in New York, and was inspired to experiment with Jean-George Vongerichten’s cookbook, so I knew I’d be in for some treats. As at ORU, there’s a big influence of Asian ingredients. Unfortunately, it was the first shoot with my new camera, and the challengingly dark lighting made for poor picture quality. Here are a few photos from the meal:

If you choose to leave the comfort of your hotel, as I did pre-MARKET dinner, you might take a walk (building your appetite in the process) to the Gastown area for drinks and bites at Boneta. It’s a lively spot with intriguing art on the walls and mirrors on the ceiling. (Ahem…it’s a restaurant, not a hotel.) I enjoyed sampling from the menu, but after talking endlessly about poutine the previous days in Whistler, it was time to finally get a taste:

Next visit to Vancouver, still savoring my spectacular meals by Chef James Walt at Araxi in Whistler, I was anxious to give sister restaurant Blue Water Café + Raw Bar a try. As Asian food always attracts me, and having heard that sushi is generally much better in Vancouver than in Seattle (where it’s already quite good), I was especially interested in sitting at the raw bar. The experience was remarkable. Chef Yoshihiro Tabo has been serving sushi for many years, and as we were game for anything, omakase was the way to go. The presentations were crisp and clean, with the quality of the food eclipsing what I’ve had here. Snapshots from the meal:

I was so impressed with my Top Table experiences that one night we visited another of their restaurants: West. With Chef David Gunawan at the helm, this is another Asian-influenced eatery, but this night we were there with dessert on our minds. West offers a daily chocolate tasting (this night it included chocolate rum raisin torte with almond butternut ice cream, marzipan custard on chocolate brownie, and dark chocolate ice cream with almond chocolate dacquoise toasted meringue—all of which I sampled and enjoyed), but with an appreciation for more savory desserts, I chose the blue cheese galette with honey sour cream and caramelized apples, roasted pear ice cream, and pomegranate. And, much to the bartender’s delight, a glass of Pedro Ximenez to accompany it. Both dessert and drink were delicious. And combined with spectacular service, I’m inspired to return for dinner someday. My dessert:

Those are some splurges, well worth taking.

Now, on to some snacks.

This may count as a meal for some, but when you’re power eating like me, it’s a place for a between-meal bite: Go Fish, just off Granville Island. Go Fish is perpetually busy and the grilled scallop sandwich sells out early when it’s on the menu, but you can always get a basket of sustainable fish and chips, with cole slaw to counter the oil. Good stuff, and a great location. To avoid parking problems, walk from downtown and take a False Creek Ferry to get to Granville Island.

We enjoy going to Vancouver with friends, and while I generally prepare a robust eating itinerary, I’m always interested in friends’ favorites—or at least routines. One friend raved about a leisurely breakfast at Café Medina, while another suggested a grab-and-go of waffles and coffee—which is what we did one morning. Café Medina gets crowded, so it’s nice to know that you can order your Belgian-style waffles at the front counter and not have to deal with a wait.

Whenever I’m in Vancouver, I have to make a stop at Dutch Girl Chocolates. The truffles are okay, but I’m there for the licorice, which is available from jars or in prepackaged, cone-shaped plastic bags. You can buy sweet or salty licorice; I usually go for a variety pack that tilts more salty than sweet. This is high quality licorice, so I try to apportion it out to a couple of pieces per day—though I tend to break that rule quickly and go through my stash too fast.

When I told a local friend that I was going to Dutch Girl, she alerted me to another food find at the other end of the commercial strip on Commercial Drive. Mediterranean Specialty Foods offers all things Greek (and beyond), including a nice variety of baklava. I ordered one of each, and agreed with my tipster that the best baklava is the one with pistachios.

In another get-together, the Japanese coalition in our group was eager to try Cheesecake Etc., as Japanese people tend to love cheesecake. Whenever I go to Japan, I’m amused by the shouts of “rare cheesecake.” First time I heard that, I thought had I stumbled special, perhaps one-of-a-kind. I was wrong. But I was right in giving it a try, as that cheesecake was delicious. But back to Cheesecake Etc. When I mentioned I ate there, a couple of Canadian friends laughed, telling me they hung out there during high school dates, trying to feel like real adults. The place is dark (good for groping, I’m sure) and the live music is a nice touch. But there’s not much of a menu—basically just cheesecake and toast—and nothing especially in-season. We went with lemon, and it was just ma-ma (Japanese for so-so), at least for me.

So what’s the go-to place in Vancouver to quickly satisfy my sweet tooth? Thomas Haas Chocolates. I discovered it by accident years ago when running from the rain, retreating into what looked like a cozy coffeeshop in a downtown hotel. That location is gone, but spurred by Saveur magazine’s inclusion of the chocolate sparkle cookie in its annual Top 100 issue, I went to the North Vancouver shop a few years ago and actually met the chocolate man himself. Haas had me sample a few truffles, which I enjoyed, after which I dosed up more with a chocolate sparkle cookie and a hot chocolate. (Then again, the pistachio sour cherry tart, pictured, is also special.) Thomas Haas Chocolate counts as a snack but is also a splurge, so you can put it in the spendy column, especially compared to something like a bowl of ramen noodles. Which we’ll discuss a lot next time….

Blue Water Café + Raw BarBonetaCafé MedinaCheesecake Etc.Dutch Girl ChocolatesGo FishMARKET by Jean-GeorgesMediterranean Specialty FoodsORUThomas Haas ChocolatesWest