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By StoryStudio June 8, 2021 7:53 am
Photo: Seattle Southside
We all have different feelings about traveling right now. When you’re ready, we hope you feel safe, inspired, and excited to explore Seattle Southside.
Here’s a local’s secret for you: Believe it or not, some of the Seattle area’s best offerings can be experienced without stepping foot downtown. In Seattle Southside anchored by the three small cities of SeaTac, Des Moines, and Tukwila you can kayak with seals, feast on some of the Emerald City’s best food, and explore a few of the region’s most extraordinary parks, museums, and cultural touchstones. Bonus: It’s all within a short drive of the airport.
On a dusky Saturday evening under the roof of the cavernous hangar at the Museum of Flight, the Marshall Law Band's frontman Marshall Hugh descended the stairs from the world’s first Boeing 747 with Big Rapper Energy. He wore aviator shades with a third eye lens preening on his forehead and joined a stage crowded with keyboard, saxophone, six-string bass, drums, guitar, and two more vocalists. Over the next hour and change, the normally six-piece.
The DarkStar was a fully autonomous platform that could take off, fly to its target, transmit information, return and land without any human intervention.
It is little surprise that the Little Red Hen returned first; it is a twanging anomaly in the neighborhood, a country bar in an indie city, a squat and aging building across the street from a new mixed-use compound that contains, among other things, a day spa, a Pure Barre studio, a PCC, and a farm-to-table restaurant. At the Hen, the special scrawled on a board is a pound of rib-eye for $19.99âwith either fries or salad. Previously its dance floor hosted boot-shod line dances nightly, the cityâs oldest honky tonk. Tonight the floor is dancerless, a vacant space given over to a few tablesâme at one, the ponytailed guy and the woman with him at another. Nearby a sheet of paper stuck to a post declares: âNo Dancing.â Around the room sit other customers, mostly lone men scattered about. A few groups in booths. A couple more guys in back, watching baseball on TV. The place smells less like a deep fryer than Iâd expect, more like cleaning products.