This I must confess:
I love cafe Presse.
Though their staff are often surly,
They're open late and early.
Inexpensive wine,
Sardine sandwich (mighty fine)
A sweet dessert selection,
And salade verte: perfection.
If you should venture north
To the outer limits of the hill
It's not in vain you venture forth,
If your stomach must be filled.
There lies a place with food so good,
You'll happily sip pitchy wood:
Restina, moussaka, souvlaki, and more
Stuffing faces is what Vios is for!
Drunk at 1am, we lumber
To Rancho Bravo's plunder
Of burritos, sublimely greasy
Quesadilla rich and cheesy
Jaurito's to wet my desire
Set my beefy heart on fire
Lovers share with one another
And neither suffers a hangover
Oh my dearly beloved Vivace—duh, the walk-up!
10+ years later I can once again enjoy the artistry of each foamy cup!
Nothin' wrong with the perfect Americano, but now hemp juice?! Woo-hoo!
The Dream Team: Don & Lisa: Such wonderful humans. Teal & Linda: So much love for youse, too!
Great people watching,
Great people stopping,
So much fun for me..
But, dearest Brian & Dale: RIP.
Ah, The Crypt, it still lies on the 'Hill
but alas, it does not just lie still!
for it's wares make one wiggle
with joy, perhaps giggle
or moan when pain has had it's fill
I'm assuming my odes will all count
for donating $2 each is paramount!
The Slog and the Stranger
put the Weekly in danger
of drowning in the knowledge fount!
I love cafe Presse.
Though their staff are often surly,
They're open late and early.
Inexpensive wine,
Sardine sandwich (mighty fine)
A sweet dessert selection,
And salade verte: perfection.
With neon luminescent,
Its karaoke brings
Great joy to all who sing
And nearly all who listen
(If liquor's in their system).
To the outer limits of the hill
It's not in vain you venture forth,
If your stomach must be filled.
There lies a place with food so good,
You'll happily sip pitchy wood:
Restina, moussaka, souvlaki, and more
Stuffing faces is what Vios is for!
To Rancho Bravo's plunder
Of burritos, sublimely greasy
Quesadilla rich and cheesy
Jaurito's to wet my desire
Set my beefy heart on fire
Lovers share with one another
And neither suffers a hangover
to move to Ballard and away from Fuel.
I will profess to Love you True
Every time we eat at Glo's
Your water glass never really flows
We out-grew the Crescent as it may
But at "RPlace" we will stay
This is my first Valentine's Day with you
And everyday begins a new...
Oh my dearly beloved Vivace—duh, the walk-up!
10+ years later I can once again enjoy the artistry of each foamy cup!
Nothin' wrong with the perfect Americano, but now hemp juice?! Woo-hoo!
The Dream Team: Don & Lisa: Such wonderful humans. Teal & Linda: So much love for youse, too!
Great people watching,
Great people stopping,
So much fun for me..
But, dearest Brian & Dale: RIP.
the dahlias and crows, the conservatory knows
frolicking with my dog leaves it's mark
who on Capitol Hill is at
right above Broadway
the great "gay way"
where one can always say "who dat?"
the walk-up is where I must rest
on sidewalk, in chair
at people I'll stare
where they will come chat at my behest
(it's tough being LGBT)
ashamed? I am not
SCS is a spot
where I can unload, cry and feel FREE!
but alas, it does not just lie still!
for it's wares make one wiggle
with joy, perhaps giggle
or moan when pain has had it's fill
for donating $2 each is paramount!
The Slog and the Stranger
put the Weekly in danger
of drowning in the knowledge fount!
But not for the granola.
I like their lattes and tangerine juice
And the barista said he liked my boots.
Ni de pato ni de pavo,
Sigue siendo bien chingona
La comida de Rancho Bravo
I rolled one for you this Valentines Day
I go get it fixed at 20/20
If you park at Central Co-op but shop at Trader Joe's instead
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