You can't eat bones in peace, or without embarrassment, or without looking crazy in most dining establishments in this country. Kris Chau

My grandmother was dirt-poor. She lived in a mud hut on what basically amounted to a rock (nothing grows on a rock) and rarely ate anything as exciting as meat. Whenever there was meat on the table, it was usually a part of the animal that had little value: the intestines, the head, the feet. If there was bone in that meat, you damn well ate it. Eastern Zimbabwe (then called eastern Rhodesia) was a world of primitive accumulation, heavy labor, and next-to-nothing wages.

Very little food was ever wasted.

The Pine Box

The Pine Box
The Pine Box (1600 Melrose Ave) is a mainstay of Seattle's beer scene, and for good reason. There's its convenient location halfway up Capitol Hill, an easy climb from downtown, or an easy descent from Volunteer Park. There's the historic charm of it being in an old funeral home, which hosted Bruce Lee's funeral in 1973. There are comfortable booths and plenty of other seating. And there's one of the best curated beer lists in the city. Their 30-plus taps always feature some of Seattle's finest breweries, consistently including hard-to-get kegs like Holy Mountain, Cloudburst, and Machine House, as well as a smattering of great out-of-state and even international beer. Plus, for whatever reason, a lot of beer from California's Firestone Walker Brewery.

Once they even had the famous Rodenbach Grand Cru on tap, a Flanders Red Ale made in Belgium that consistently ranks as one of the best beers in the world. On my last visit, I opted for Holy Mountain's Remnant Saison, bright yellow with hints of lemon, oak, and mustiness with a slightly tart finish. I could drink and think about that beer for hours. Happy hour is 3-6 pm weekdays, 11 am-6 pm Saturday and Sunday, and includes $1 off every draft, pints of Firestone Walker's DBA for $4 each ($14 pitchers), and bites for $4 to $9.