were in the area, decided to check out K’s Beverage House & Deli.
short answer: an unsuspecting place in a plaza in the heart of bellevue to get a great sandwich and a great pint. 12 taps? 5 IPA’s on tap when were visited, including a dry-hopped IPA from elysian that was surprising & amazing.
their bottled selection is huge — however, a lot of this stuff has been here for a long time. several of the 12oz bottles we bought had gone bad. i would stick to the fresh stuff.
stopped by Brouwer’s Cafe in the afternoon, for some beer & frites.
let me say, that this place is like the penultimate sophisticated beer bar. the entire place smacks of no-expense-spared kinda excess, in all the good ways. the custom stainless work for the bar back, the taps, the glass washers, the custom coolers that show off the mind-boggling collection of bottled beers. it’s crazy.
it’s like a dotcom kid went crazy with the venture capital and bought all top-of-the-line stuff. let’s hope it doesn’t peter out when the seed money dries up.
an update on abe.
i know i haven’t posted since june 27th.at that time, he weighed 8 ounces…
this is abe now — August 10th.
he now weighs 1lb 12oz. when he gets to 2 pounds, he’ll be big enough to get fixed, and then after he recovers — he can go in to be adopted!
so, guess who won the battle between me & the stump?
updated with progressive photos of the stump’s removal. the first picture represents our efforts after having burned/hacked/sawed 1/3 of the stump away. (once we got one root off, the rest got easier).
in total the stump represented at least 1200 pounds that we hauled to the dump.
picture of the stump, 1/3 gone
this is abe. he’s one of our foster kittens. he currently weighs 8oz and is 5-6 weeks old. (about 1/2 the size he should be).
this is why we foster. you know who else was this size when we got him? our teddy.
purrfect pals is the shelter we volunteer for, if you’re interested in helping out yourself, adopting a cat, or making a donation.
take the way home
that leads back to sullivan street
past the shadows
that fall down wherever we meet
pretty soon now
i won’t come around
the counting crows on the ipod (4th gen, 20gb). good stuff.
so, what’s new?
not a lot. been working quite a bit. they sent me on another trip to california, that was fun.
one of my favorites, matchbox twenty on the ipod.
so, what’s new?
well, we’ve been busy. as you could imagine. i recently had a big software release at work, that went well. the front yard project is coming together, as you can see. and i’ve been thinking…
i work hard to have what i have. and i’ve waited for a long time to be able to afford a house. this is what i like to do, this isn’t a bad place to be doing it. so why not?
what else is new?
not much, just working, working on the house. drinking good beer occasionally. oh! discovered that diamond knot has $2 pints on tuesday nights after 6. yow!
stone’s done. i just have to get some fine gravel to lock them in.
and then someday — grass!
bonus points — out by the curb is moosie, our red F-150. and across the street is his buddy, a much nicer blue F-150 belonging to our neighbor. he’s a pretty boy, however. our moosie is tougher!
in case anyone is wondering why i haven’t updated the website in a while … i’ve been busy.
here’s what we started out with, isn’t it lovely? the wainscoting was finished in-place, the berber carpet was … crusty, and that archaic fire alarm panel completes the look.
we decide to take down the wainscoting. it was far too … ‘knotty’ for our tastes. unfortunately whomever installed it used several nails across the face of each board (instead of letting the tongue & groove do part of the work) so it was tough going, and destroyed the wood as we removed it.
broadway is dark tonight
a little bit weaker than you used to bebroadway is dark tonight…
see the young man sittin’ in the old man’s bar
waitin’ for his turn to die.
the goo goo dolls on the ipod.
watched some of the goo goo dolls live in buffalo video tonight.
it really got me thinking. about where i come from, about buffalo. about how i left, and about how often i (don’t) get back.