It took me about three visits to realize that there was a second floor, so take notice of the stairs, well worth the trip...so many stories to tell, I don't visit here nearly enough. Quite possibly the last known living remnant of the grunge era, the place kicks it more frequently than you may think and is host to many young fans pissing themselves that they finally got to see their favorite band live.
This place has it all for an average music lover, amid all the local musicians that frequent. But I lay rest at its feet when the this-famous-musician-played-here stories begin to pile up, and realize that the only way to truly understand this refuge is to go there more often than I do.
Their breakfast is useful after walking the cramped aisles looking for a favorite rare album that you'd never thought they'd have, and their bacon is nice and thick and fatty, the eggs less than fluffy, but still worth their price after a long night of drinking...coffee of course is thick enough for all tastes.
This place makes me like music more, and I can't think of a better compliment than that. I wanna keep up on music because I miss the young musicians and rappers still trying to make it. Some studies say that life after 30 means you don't listen to new music much. Going here will change that, cause this isn't a place that is stuck in the 90s, and while you might find the old stuff, it very much celebrates the new.
Here's a quick Rolling Stone article about them. Their Lower Queen Anne location has since closed.
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