One more to add to the list: The Baskin-Robbins at Green Lake that has been there pretty much forever. A sign on the door says the rent got too high for them, so they're outta there.
That's a drag about the Baskin Robbins .. we were just there. There was a little frost on the orange sherbet, always a bad sign at ice cream places.
The Little Shanghai was all right. I once saw the girl behind the counter plant a big old baby on the countertop where the to-go food was staged, and it grossed me out so much I avoided it for years; but last time I was there, two years ago, it was ok.
@5: They would also made an absolutely fantastic and unbelievably strong Turkish-style coffee (or Persian-style, perhaps) after the morning rush died down. Best in Seattle.
I wish them well and selfishly hope they choose to set up shop somewhere more convenient for me to get to than the top of Queen Anne Hill.
@4: Paratii was oddly busiest on it's most informal night: Monday, when random jazz musicians converged for a jam session that invoked a little bit of the old Chai House spirit (minus the patchouli and drug addicts).
The owner's specialty was creatively infused liquors, which were always intriguing if not always successful. I'm certainly curious to see what he comes up with in his next endeavor.
Little Shanghai felt like the real deal. The lady in the front; the man in the back. The lady never smiled; the man never stopped cooking (steam, sizzling, stirring, tossing). The lady never trusted a pattern. She always asked me if I wanted either a free can of pop or free wonton soup, despite the fact that, during the decade the place was in business, I not once changed my answer (the latter).
The Little Shanghai was all right. I once saw the girl behind the counter plant a big old baby on the countertop where the to-go food was staged, and it grossed me out so much I avoided it for years; but last time I was there, two years ago, it was ok.
I guess people preferred Marination Station instead.
I wish them well and selfishly hope they choose to set up shop somewhere more convenient for me to get to than the top of Queen Anne Hill.
@4: Paratii was oddly busiest on it's most informal night: Monday, when random jazz musicians converged for a jam session that invoked a little bit of the old Chai House spirit (minus the patchouli and drug addicts).
The owner's specialty was creatively infused liquors, which were always intriguing if not always successful. I'm certainly curious to see what he comes up with in his next endeavor.