Blah blah blah, Matt Driscoll has left Weekly Volcano, blah blah blah he's now working in Seattle.  As I told him last week after our taping of the weekly podcast, Volcano Radio, I would've made him a cake but I didn't know what to write on top of the frosting.

"We'll miss you"?

"Here's your damn cake now get the F out already"?

"Thanks for scraping all 384 versions of the word pussy I attempted to work into every column for the past 5 years"?

Ah, Matt, you know I'm just giving you shit.  I can only assume you're used to it by now, and know for certain that it only means I like you.

(Rest assured that a punch in the face will let you know for certain that I don't like you.)

In honor of Matt Driscoll hauling ass to the Seattle Weekly, I give you:

Person, Place or Thing - Space Needle Style

Sky City Restaurant: Is at the top
Of the: Space Needle
Seating: Fat wallets
Who: Like expensive views
At: 500 feet in the air
Otherwise: Who gives a crap?

Just in case you weren't still spinning from your Jager shots from the night before, Sky City will help re-create that uneasy feeling of slow, circular movement at an average cost of $50 per person, excluding alcohol.

With a one-horsepower engine that rotates Sky City's dining room floor in a complete circle every 47 minutes, what view is available just under Seattle's low-lying grey clouds will never get boring. 

Well, unless you take longer than 47 minutes to eat.

Sky City's service is impeccable, menu items creative, and meal flavor ... well ... not too disappointing.  Actually, the DeRosa clan raved over every bite until we got to dessert.  I suggest when dining at Sky City Restaurant, you pass on the tiramisu.

So Matt, when you go out after work to celebrate your first paycheck from that lil' ol' alternative weekly up there in the big city, please think of Tacoma.

No tourist traps, no duck tours, no pretentious restaurants, and a badass roller derby team.  Where every business owner is your friend and the possibilty exists to shake hands with Mayor Marilyn Strickland on a Friday night in a bar just down the street from your house.

Hell, in honor of Matt Driscoll I'll even pass on a perfect opportunity to make a "shake hands with the mayor" joke.  I know he would've edited it out anyway.