We hit one of Tacoma’s best hidden treasures, The Fish House Cafe on MLK, for some greasy goodness.
On the corner of MLK and S 19th, looming beneath the shadow of the new St Joe’s hospital expansion, is a tiny blue clapboard building that is home to some of the best fried chicken and fish in Tacoma. It is one of the three restaurants, along with Ezell’s and Papa Jone’ BBQ, that make up Soul Food corner (or Cardiac Corner as Ravi so poetically refers to it), and shouldn’t be passed up on your Tacoma bucket list.
Adam, returning from a long trip overseas seeks out some traditional American fare: street tacos.
It’s been one lazy-assed summer. At least for me. Adam’s been galavanting around the European countryside eating fabulous food and drinking amazing beer, while I’ve been doing the same…only in my backyard, not Austria. I could have been writing posts about my finely honed BBQ sauce or my kickass loganberry jam, but who’d read that crap? The pictures would surely leave something to be desired. Truth is, I love nothing more than sitting around in the sumer time and doing absolutely nothing. Just ask my neighbors, the kudzu of blackberry and morning glory ominously framing my property has already claimed a few small children. We’re a bit out of practice here at Gritty City food, and what better to knock off the rust than a soft landing at a safe little taco truck on 6th Ave? I mean, it’s in the midst of everything else, conspicuously adjoined to a payday loan carcass like some sort of Frankenrestaurant just waiting for an eager food blogger to expend several hundred words on the glory that is street tacos on 6th Ave.
If you’re into that sort of thing, read on…
We’re back! And we return in style with a visit to the new Wingman Taproom in the Dome district.
The Heart Groweth Fonder
I’m sure in communications classes it is taught that a good title is one with brevity and focus. This title has neither of those things, but this post is as much about our return to the Tacoma blogosphere as it is about the focus of the post. It’s been nearly a month…what the hell? I don’t even know what happened. There were a couple vacations in there, some empty wallets, and a lot of unexpected sunshine. A siesta of sorts, or a power nap. There’s no stopping us now.
Adam and Derrick celebrate St. Patrick’s day at one of Tacoma’s favorite Irish pubs: Doyle’s.
One of the best things about being an American is the shameless appropriation of other cultures’ holidays. Whether it’s sucking down a cool margarita on Cinco de Mayo, pounding a Marzen at Oktoberfest, or throwing back a Guinness on St. Patrick’s day Americans love getting loaded in honor of cross-cultural celebrations. And why not? Thanks to many of our ancestors’ non-discriminatory romantic proclivities, any given person’s potential for Irish blood in this American “melting pot” (or “salad bowl” as it is more recently being referred to) is just high enough that we can all say “hey, I’m probably a little bit Irish according to my grandmother….or was it my grandfather?”
“Kiss me, I’m potentially Irish.”
Today everyone’s a little bit Irish. We happily promote stereotypes by way of consuming mass quantities of meat, potatoes and Guinness, surely making the world outside Ireland jealous of our pseudo heritage – even our beer is green with envy. This St. Paddy’s Adam and I celebrate the only way we know how, at Doyle’s public House.
You voted, we listened. We visit El Zocalo in the Lincoln District for some tasty tortas and Mexican pastries.
It is with some embarrassment and a healthy dose of humility that I must confess: my first torta ever was had here…this year…in the Lincoln District walkthrough video. The one you watched before you voted on this place. Remember? I’m not sure how I managed to avoid them for so long, perhaps the thought of having a sandwich at a Mexican restaurant was so much less intriguing than having something smothered in delicious sauces, served alongside roasted vegetables, beans or rice with a side of warm fresh-from-the-griddle tortillas. After all, sandwiches are a downright invasive species in this country, why bother with another one? El Zocalo is why.
Our seventh of seven beer-focused posts in honor of Tacoma Drinks WA Beer Week hosted by the Red Hot and Parkway Tavern. At the Parkway this time, we take a look at a rare offering from Fish Brewing: a massive Imperial IPA called the Double Hodgy.
Installation six of seven for the Washington Beer Week. This time we headed to the north end’s favorite neighborhood pub, The Parkway.
The Parkway was especially packed tonight- maybe due to their Randall Wrecker Mondays, possibly due to Washington Beer Week, or perhaps because it’s the parkway and it’s a fantastic spot to find yourself on any given evening.
Since it was Randall Wrecker Monday AND Washington Beer Week, they were kind enough to pump some local malty delights through the Randall (For those liberal minded: think hop-bong or for the more conservative crowd: a French press of hops) – tonight was the Harmon’s own Black Tartan (which makes me think of a co-worker’s utilikilt , go ahead a let your mind wonder on that one)
Anyway, it tasted better than what might lay below the nether regions of the kilt on a warm summer day. In fact, a lot better (no personal experience- just conjecture). It had rich and dark roasted malt with a hint of chocolate, without being outlandishly sweet and syrupy- perhaps due to being drawn through the Randall (adding a light bit of cascade hoppiness). For those of you who know Harmon beers, it did still have the same medium malty flavor that pervades every one of their beers, but I really enjoyed the creamed smokey espresso flavored American Black Ale. Way to go Harmon and as always, way to go The Parkway.
Our Fifth of seven posts in honor of Tacoma Drinks WA Beer Week hosted by The Red Hot and The Parkway Tavern
Stouts are the vegetable soup of the beer kingdom: you throw a ton of crap in the kettle and out pops something that is usually delicious. The more stuff, the better. For this WA Beer Week offering I take a closer look at the Black Frog Oatmeal Stout from Snoqualmie Brewery, had on NITRO at The Red Hot.