If you’ve never noticed, at the bottom left of our extraordinarily unoriginal homepage is a visitor counter. It’s a big day for us because as of the time of this post it says 10,051. We’ve crossed the ten grand mark! Yay! Cool beans! Etc.!
In all seriousness we are thrilled that so many people have crossed our digital threshold. When we started this site we had no idea if anyone would really be interested in reading our ramblings or looking at photos and videos of two guys stuffing their faces, but the response from everybody has been fantastic. We consider ourselves lucky to live in a city rich in restaurants (even if that fact is little known outside the city limits) and about the possibilities ahead.
Moving forward we’d love recommendations from our audience for restaurants, food challenges, or events. Please join the discussion and add your two cents. Just click the comment button…you don’t even need to register or anything mundane like that. Or hit us up on Facebook, Twitter, or email us at email@example.com
THANKS EVERYBODY !!!!
We Attend 1022′s new menu party on 10/22
Hilltop. A place infamous to those in even the most remote places. Even Pullman, Washington. I’m not sure how a kid like me, growing up amid wheat fields and fraternities was allowed to develop any preconceptions about a geographical locale within a city on the other side of the state. The mention of Hilltop would elicit Compton-esque visions of drug trafficking and gang violence, all enshrouded within a stinky cloud of Tacoma Aroma so thick one could barely make out the unsavory spectacle before facing a mugging and/or an untimely death. Once I moved to Tacoma, and faced the reality that is Hilltop today, I felt a little…well…let down.
Hilltop. You used to be so…exciting. Whatever happened to that mystique? What will rural white boys fear beyond the comfortable confines of their idyllic little towns? Good luck attracting Anderson Cooper any time soon. Luckily for us there are a few places keeping Hilltop funky, keeping souls lubricated and expectations high. Places like 1022. The most literate bar in Tacoma is ready to teach you a few things.
Another non-food post, this one about the evolution of the word “douche” and our appropriation of it as a moniker.
You too can own a douche plate. Trixiedelicious on Etsy.
Our occasional reference to the term “food douche” or “food douches” has been a point of some debate between our friends and relatives, and I can only assume for the victorian hordes of Gritty City Food readers everywhere. For me, the debate makes the term even more hilarious, but perhaps it is only fair to uncloak the mystery for those who think we are describing an edible female (un)hygienic device.
While Adam and I prepare our minds and bodies for our first blog banter (on new cafe/deli Stink), I made some changes in the comment settings so readers could join in the discussion more easily. You will no longer be asked to enter your email, and only your first comment will need approval (although this feature does require you input your email). Sooooooo, get talking. Tell us if your experience somewhere was completely different from ours, or if we overlooked something awesome, or if our posts become increasingly incoherent and tangential….which they are. We just want to hear your take. So, comment away!