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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

"It's What's For Dinner" (tm)

Those of you ascribing to a Vegetarian/Vegan lifestyle choice should probably cover your eyes right now or just move along, move along, nothing to see here, nosirreebob.

Are they gone? Good. Because today, we're gonna talk about meat, specifically beef. A friend of mine (let's call her Lisa, since that's her name) and I have a regular ritual wherein we search out delectible bovine-based dining experiences. Traditionally, these have tended toward the steak or burger variety, albeit burgers of superlative quality (i.e. Union Square Grill's recently departed Happy Hour Kobe Beef Burger). We've tried dozens of burger concoctions over the past several years, everything from hometown stalwarts Kidd Valley and Red Mill, to my personal fave, the bacon wrapped stuffed blue cheese burger at Bing's Bodacious Burgers on E. Madison (although we've yet to make an official pilgrimage to CC's Burgers, for Our Fair City's awesome, cholesterol-hardening champ, "the everything burger").

Lisa is a reformed vegetarian, and like most people who have "gone on the (chuck) wagon", her personal choices pendulum has swung wildly away from her former lifestyle, until she has learned to embrace her inner carnivore with an enthusiasm bordering on the fanatical. I'll usually describe myself as a PC "Conscientious Carnivore", but in reality I'm an Unrepentent Meat Murderer. I've butchered or helped to butcher cattle, sheep, deer, elk, rabbits, turkeys, chickens, all manner of fish -- and I can think of a couple of pheasants, and one nasty hog in particular that I wouldn't have expressed any qualms about killing, dressing and serving under glass or with an apple in its vicious little snout.

Fortunately for both of us, Seattle's dining culture, despite it's well deserved reputation for finny cuisine does a thriving beef biz. In addition to the ubiquitous corporate-chain steakhouses: McCormick & Schmick's, Daniel's Broiler, Outback, and Ruth's Chris, not to mention local Cowboy-makes-good Stuart Anderson's Black Angus restaurants, which don't even rate on our list (that's how snobby we are about our meat), Seattle is blessed with a fine assortment of quite acceptible meateries. Sadly, one notable local establishment, Sam's Steakhouse on Eastlake Ave. is no longer with us - and considering their low, low prices, it's probably no wonder.

But, aside from these obvious choices, we also have a couple of truly World Class steakhouses in our midst, namely the recently resurrected El Gaucho, and the Godfather of Seattle carnivories, The Metropolitan Grill. I've only been to "The Met" on a couple of occasions, it being one of those places where having an expense account - preferably someone else's - is a big plus, but when Lisa's birthday came around a couple of weeks ago, I decided to splurge on the rationale that a.) birthdays are worth the extra expense, and b.) so was celebrating my new job.

The Metropolitan Grill is one of those old-school restaurants where service is everything, and style is just a natural by-product. You know it's going to be one of those experiences before you even get through the front door. One clue is the curbside valet parking, a rare luxury in a town where the Do-It-Yourself attitude prevails, although it proved useless to me, since my bus won't fit into 90% of our downtown parking garages. (My Parking Karma was working at full strength, however, and I got a street spot two stalls up from the front door). It's also where the city's business, finance and political power suits tend to congregate, albeit in an atmosphere of gracious hospitality that makes even the inimitible "Seattle-Casual" t-shirt and jeans crowd feel welcome.

Then there's the meat itself, the entire reason for The Metropolitan's existence and source of its reputation. You see it first: walking in you're confronted with a large glass display case containing huge, thick, pink cuts of corn-fed, 29 day dry-aged Angus beef dramatically draped across marble pedestals like a Tiffany's jewelry display. And considering their cost, it's not an inappropriate simile. But as they say, "If you have to ask, 'how much?' you can't afford it". Still, I defy anyone who's ever had a slice of meat in their mouth to resist a Pavlovian drool response at the merest sight of these beauties.

As I said, service is the name of the game here, and you get it in spades. From the tuxedo-clad Maitre d' who escorts you to your cozy mahogany-and-brass accented booth to the expert, efficient and thoroughly entertaining servers (Charles, our waiter that evening being a prime example) whisking through the busy dining room with the effortless grace of ballet dancers, right down to the bus boys who always seem to be topping off your water glass at just the right moment, every effort is made to ensure your money (or your company's as is frequently the case) is well spent.

Needless to say, the food itself is exceptional. Although The Metropolitan does make a few obligatory nods to our local penchant for seafood, you hardly ever see anyone actually ordering it. Lisa opted for one of the specials, a 16-ounce Porterhouse with an accompanying stack of short-ribs (or "meat with a side of meat" as we coined it), while I ordered the Tenderloin Medallions "Oscar style" (wherein the steak is topped with blanched asparagus, crab meat, and covered in Bernaise sauce - I'll bet you can feel your arteries hardening at just the thought), both cooked to melt-in-your-mouth perfection over a high-heat mesquite grill, and accompanied by a generous portion of the most heavenly garlic mashed potatoes on the planet. Sides are extra, but the aforementioned asparagus & bernaise or the creamed spinach are must-haves. Dessert, if you can handle it (we couldn't) tends heavy toward the chocolate side, and of course they have one of the widest selections of single-malt scotches & small-batch bourbons in the city. Cigars are to be had for those who wish to complete their repast in the style of the little banker character from "Monopoly", serenely puffing away whilst sitting atop a King Sized bed pile of money - most of which will have changed hands from you to the owners by the time you reach this point in your evening

Is it worth it? You betcha. But, you might want to fill up on the leafy greens for a few days afterward, just to get your G-I system back in balance.

Being a dedicated meat-eater doesn't always mean spending like one, however. Our latest excursion this past Sunday took us down to the edge of the International District where we discovered a surprisingly charming little Vietnamese restaurant, The Tamarind Tree, which despite being tucked into the back of a nondescript strip mall has quickly become one of Seattle's worst-kept culinary secrets if the preceding review, which seems fairly typical, is any indication. What drew us here, like dogs to a bone, was an item that goes by the enticing monnicker, "Seven Courses Of Beef", which for a mere $18.95 total included everything from beef salad (mostly cabbage, but with savory strips of meat mixed in), to beef cooked in a vinegar fondue, to the traditional beef-and-rice "congee" as a finisher.

Afterwards, feeling sufficiently sated, but not uncomfortably stuffed, we waddled around the corner to the Viet Wah Market to assuage our meat feast with copious quantities of fresh green beans, Japanese eggplant, mushrooms and okra, all intended for later consumption, of course. Hey, I don't hate vegetables -- I just think they should be accompanied by lots and lots of juicy dead animal flesh. Because, as they say, "Man Does Not Live By Beef Alone", not even us dedicated carnivores.

Posted byCOMTE on 1:30 PM

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Monday, August 29, 2005

"Here you are sir. Main level, please."

(Sent via moblog)

Suddenly realized today that I'd replaced my damaged phone, but hadn't re-input the address to my moblog address, so consider this a test...

And In case you were wondering about my little obsession: The large "2001" is from the lower part of a French 1-sheet poster repro I bought at the Paris Expo; the album on the lower left is the first stereo pressing (for you audiophiles: MGM, 1968 SIE-13-ST S1 MGS 1460 - plus I've got an SIE-13-ST-X, a slightly later pressing done in the fall of 1968 for trade); the book at lower center is a First Edition Clarke/Kubrick, but it was a library copy, so it's not in great shape; and the book lower right is a First Edition Bizony. I also have a lead on an 1967 Cinerama program - the owner is only asking $30, and nobody else has jumped on it in the past couple of weeks, so I just have to hope it's still there when I get my mid-month paycheck.

Oh, the Pan Am flight bag lower center I bought off a vendor at the Fremont Sunday Market this past weekend for $5. She thought it was a little weird that I wanted to pay money for the bag in which she kept all her other plastic baggies. I didn't even bother to try to explain the significance. Hopefully, I don't need to explain it to any of you either.

Like I said, it's just a minor obsession...

Posted byCOMTE on 9:12 PM

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Sunday, August 21, 2005

Ch, Ch, Ch, Changes

Spent the afternoon giving the site a little makeover. Besides the obvious changes, I also managed to clean up a few little glitchy things most of you probably never noticed, but which have been bothering me for some time. Hopefully, it will still be readable, but if you have any suggestions, comments, kudos or I suppose complaints, send me an email.

Posted byCOMTE on 4:07 PM

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Friday, August 19, 2005

You want a piece of my heart
You better start from start

Well, first week is in the bag -- in this case a bank deposit bag dropped off at a local WaMu at around 4:50 this evening, after first tossing the evening's mail run into a bin at the Wallingford Post Office.

I survived the week - not that there was any real doubt, but what with it being the first week and all, and my boss gone for two out of the five days, and immediately finding myself at the vortextual center of a clash of personalities between the Person Who Used To Do My Job (PWUTDMY) and Person Who Does The Other Job In My Office (PWDTOJIMO), AND learning all about QuickBooks and an arcane database called AICE (an acronym the meaning of which is still unknown to me) that contains all our member records, AND trying to organize -- make that re-organize my office, AND all the wonderful emails from well-wishers to which I've tried to respond, ANNNNNNNND the several calls relating to my OTHER union representation, AAAAAAAAANNNNNDDDDD signing up my first new member (thanks Kady!) -- well, needless to say, I'm glad to have made it to Friday.

On the plus side, I got a really nice paycheck for all that. Most of which I probably won't even have to spend on bills and car registration and such.

Now, I just have to again get used to only having two days to accomplish all the other things in my life that need to get done...

Posted byCOMTE on 9:58 PM

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

"Well Dick, It Had A Good Beat"

I just got back home after sneaking out of this show during intermission.

You know that old saying, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all"?

Well, ahem, anyone associated with People Magazine, Federal Express, or The Coca-Cola Co. will probably find some things to like about the show.

And, um -- the voices sounded good.

I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin', you know what I'm sayin'?

And that's all I'm sayin'.

Posted byCOMTE on 9:37 PM

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Monday, August 15, 2005

Top Ten Great Things (So Far) About My New Job:

10. Somebody else makes the coffee every morning.

9. Air conditioning.

8. A pension plan AND a 401(K).

7. Free Costco membership.

6. Business cards.

5. My new boss is going on vacation this Thursday for two weeks.

4. The person I'm replacing still works in the office.

3. I literally get to write my own check (although my boss has to sign it).

2. My own office -- with a door!

And The Number One Great Thing So Far:

1. Two words: "Expense Account"

Posted byCOMTE on 8:26 PM

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Saturday, August 06, 2005

Life Is One Big Road With Lots Of Signs

Happy Birthday, Molly.

We should make today a National Holiday.

Posted byCOMTE on 12:00 PM

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Friday, August 05, 2005

"Open The Pod Bay Doors, HAL."

(From our "Life Imitates Art" Dept.)

(Photo Credit: NASA)


(Still Credit: MGM)

2001 (by way of 1967)

Posted byCOMTE on 10:59 AM

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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

That Ain't Workin', That's The Way You Do It

So, I get up at the crack o' 7:30 this a.m. to head down to the temp gig, and manage to get there about 15 minutes early. The very nice receptionist lady gives me a key card, and then points me in the direction of the coffee station while I'm waiting for the H.R. person who's supposed to meet me and escort me to where I'm going to be working.

After about 20 minutes he finally shows up.

"Um, because you can only be here a couple of weeks, we've decided that we really need someone who can commit to the full term of the assignment. So, I'm afraid we really won't be needing you after all."

No problem, thinks I, I'll just head back home.

"But, since you had to come all the way down here, we'll pay you for the day."

Posted byCOMTE on 11:09 AM

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Monday, August 01, 2005

The Old Man Is Snoring

Go figure. One of my temp agencies just called with an assignment. I gave them the news about the job (see below), but they're desperate and threw in a $1 an hour raise just to get me to commit for a week until they can plug someone else into the slot.

The only downside - it's in Renton.

So much for the vacation...

Posted byCOMTE on 3:32 PM

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I Found A Picture Of You

Y'all can uncross your fingers now.

I got the job. Starts August 15th. I'll be handling the business affairs for all the broadcast membership in the Pacific Northwest region.

Thanks for all the good thoughts everybody -- they really helped!

Posted byCOMTE on 2:51 PM

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