Halloween is creeping around the corner like a Commerce Street guttersnipe in search of a bag of cans. Spooky, eh? I love Halloween. I remember the thrill of eating, blindfolded, “brains” made of cold spaghetti and peeled-grape “eyeballs” while playing haunted house with the neighborhood kids. Although I made them wear it too. Nice, huh?



My Halloweens now lean more on the hot chicks in skimpy costumes rather than whipping through haunted houses. Therefore, I’m spending Saturday night at Hell’s Kitchen freaking out over scary metal band The Pleasure Elite (a chick in their band named The Disobedient Debutante has hooks in her back!) and downing Redheaded Sluts. Made with Jäger, peach schnapps, and cranberry juice, this luscious concoction served on the rocks makes even the tamest girls go wild. And the Kitchen’s dark music room is just the place to do that.



[Hell’s Kitchen, 3829 Sixth Ave., Tacoma, 253.759.6003]