You owe it to yourself to sip a good margarita on the fifth of May – one that highlights the tequila base but has the requisite tang and sweet. Herewith: three slightly different twists on how to concoct the perfect marg. Pick your fave (or opt for all three) and start sipping.
Brunch has become the go-to way to pamper Mom on Mother’s Day, and why not? Nothing says I love you quite like a big platter of eggs bennies and potatoes fried golden with a mimosa on the side. Thanks for all you do Mom!
I have been on many tasting panels, but there's nothing quite like the full-sensory thrill of being a judge for the Oyster Wine competition, the search for the most oyster-complementary wines. It might be the ultimate food-wine pairing.
Road trippin’ down to Portland is always such a pleasure and a wee bit of pain. Because as much as I adore SEA, the nifty Rose City almost always brings on pangs of Portland envy. On this overnighter, the jealousy was mostly about the Umläut.
There should be a 12-step group for fans of Autumn Martin’s Hot Cakes Molten Chocolate Cakery, which will soon celebrate its one year cake-iversary in Ballard’s Old Towne. I know my trousers are a bit tighter since this tempting sweet shop debuted. I’m especially hooked on those beautiful, boozy shakes, the subject of Autumn’s new book, Malts & Milkshakes: 60 Recipes for Frosty, Creamy, Frozen Treats, released April 9. This book should not be cracked when you’re hungry.
April 22 is Earth Day, and while I strongly suggest you do some earth-friendly activities and think about ways to better help out the planet in the following year on that day, I also think it’s a nice idea to raise a cocktail or two in honor of the day – and the earth. When hosting said cocktails, go organic to keep in the spirit of things.
Gutsy. Very gutsy.
The much-anticipated Radiator Whiskey opens today (April 17) in Pike Place Market and pig head is on the menu. Yup, your dinner has a face. With this bold opening salvo, Radiator Whiskey becomes like no other place in Seattle. Heck, probably no place on the West Coast puts a pig head smack in the middle of the table.