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This week ... Place: Thai Restaurant in Fife Type of food served: Thai Language spoken: Thai Orders written in: Thai Country the employees are all from: Thailand What they're not: Chinese, Korean, Turkish, Hungarian Not on the menu: Spaghetti, burgers, hummus Most popular dish: House Fried Rice Across the street: BJ's Bingo What I immediately wanted to go do: Play
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This week ... Place: Alfred's Cafe and Bubble Room Originally named: Bill & Ted's Restaurant, Cafe and Tavern (1930s) Adopted current name: Late 1950s Daytime bartender: Scott Wright Evening bartender: Kali Happy hour: 4-7 p.m. Open for: Breakfast, lunch, dinner Bubbles seen: Only in our beer Beers consumed: Two each Parking lot: Resembles a pack of sardines Melanie Manista-Rushforth (of Rushforth
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This week ... Place: Warthog Barbeque Pit Established: 1999 Location: Fife Founder: Gary Kurashima Closed for deep cleaning: Christmastime Curtains: Black ruffles with chili peppers Stuffed dead animals: 30 Sweet tea: Yes Built: Inside the Kingdome Previously: Log cabin model home Seating: Indoor and outdoor Capacity: 50-100 guests Catering: Yes Music: Country Number of Thin Mints I ate while writing this: 8 Upon entering this log
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Weekly Volcano co-publisher Pappi Swarner and I have a little game we play called "Wish I Were There." It involves coming up with the best live show ever played by a band, and then relating how, obviously, we wish we were there. Most selections come from obscure shows of the
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This week ... Person: Aja PoundHometown: TacomaCareer: EstheticianMarital status: SingleLongest relationship: 3.5 yearsWhy they broke up: Not in loveHopeless romantic: No, realistWhat she's looking for in a man: Honesty, sense of humor, not in a clubWhat she is: Easy going, caring, socialAre her parents reading this: YesWould I have mentioned her
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This week ... Place: Mi Chalateca Pupuseria Visited: Sunday at noon Partner in crime: Anne Anderle, Weekly Volcano intern Time spent: 2.33 hours Most offensive menu item: Dog penis. Just kidding. Food plates on our table: Approximately eight Space left on the table: Four square inches Biggest mistake: Not wearing elastic waistbands Mutual weight gained: 6 pounds, 14 ounces Event
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This week ... Place: Dorky's Bar Arcade Open since: Sept. 28, 2010 Owners: Les Voros-Bond and Caroline Dennewith Cost of all games: 25 cents What I just lied about: Newer pinball games are actually 50 cents Total pinball machines: 11 Most popular game: TMNT Percentage of readers who will know what TMNT stands for: 87% Oldest games: Space Invaders
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Place: Puyallup's Organic Comfort Food Cafe Items on menu: Somewhere between 30 and 300, more toward 30 Times I made the server come back to table: 13 Times I had showered that day: Zero Server slightly victimized by my presence: Of course Kid's menu: Yes Alcohol: No Parking: Street Available seats: About 40 Hot men eating healthy: None that
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Occasionally, my immunity is compromised and sneaky cold germs infiltrate what I usually consider to be strong barrier walls inside my body. Damn those bastards. Germs are ugly, villainous invaders with nothing good to say, do or think about. As a matter of fact, they remind me of one certain
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For the past month I've seen just about every yee-hawin' family member south of the Texas panhandle. I've also tackled Mickey Mouse outside Cinderella's castle, busted skin on my aunt's new boat, chewed out some dude working the go-karts at an over-rated arcade, purchased a gallon (ok, two gallons) of
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I was in on it. Good friend and fellow Weekly Volcano scribe Kris Blondin had someone she wanted to set up with the now-single (yay!) Bandito Betty. The key was to not tell Bandito we were setting her up, and to simply manipulate the male interaction as if by accident.
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Better than finding a Snickers bar under your couch cushion, or a $5 bill in your coat picket, one of the best surprises you could ever encounter is a secret alcohol area of the Puyallup Fair, hosted by Lady Luck's Cowgirl Up. Not the Park Bistro's Washington wine garden (which
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I can't remember the last time I was in a Billy McHale's. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've ever been in a Billy McHale's. No, wait, I remember once (a long, long time ago), having some drinks in a place with a mini choo-choo train circling overhead,
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I'm breaking the 3 Drink Minimum rules this week - slightly - and taking it upon myself to establish the first ever documented bottle of wine downed in just one sitting, by just one person. No, I don't think this is the first time it's been done, but neither is one
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I like to call this place "Dead Lobster." Juvenile, I know, yet it still makes me giggle every time. It had been years since I'd even thought about stepping foot inside Dead Lobster. I no longer have an interest in staring at their huge fish tank in the lobby, filled
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Joining me last weekend was Kris Blondin, Bandito Betty, Jennifer Johnson and Kate Swarner. I found it my personal obligation to release these friends and fellow scribes from all Weekly Volcano duties for one sunny weekend, and whisk them away for a little girl time in Westport at what has
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Sadly, Bandito Betty was on vacation last week. Someone in the Sidekick Teamsters Local #445 approved her vacation time without my consent, and I had to live with the consequences. Union reps were not willing to negotiate, so a scab sidekick was needed. For this, there was only one real
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I'm pretty sure each and every hard working individual involved with the enormous production of this year's Weekly Volcano Best of Tacoma 2010 issue had a minimum of three drinks at Masa with me last week. Hell, I would even venture to bet money that anyone who even stepped foot
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My next iron-on homemade T-shirt will say, "Known for my clam chowder." This is funny for two reasons. The first being EVERY restaurant with clam chowder on the menu tends to declare their chowder the best. It's always "what they're known for." Even Tides Tavern. The second reason my next homemade
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Even if you don't live in Gig Harbor, you simply must have Hy-Iu-Hee-Hee on your tavern resume. Nestled back from Gig Harbor's main waterfront drag, Hy-Iu-Hee-Hee is located on a rural road - the type of road where I imagine a murderer would dump their dead bodies. As a matter
