On July 12, Columbia City experienced a hiphop/R&B/funk event organized by Beatwalk. A festival held primarily on a closed off section of South Ferdinand Street, Beatwalk includes participation from small area businesses (including Island Soul and Taco City) and...
This story was originally published in The Stranger’s July 2026 print issue.
Upon perching myself at Good Grief’s bar, my first thought is: This is what people mean by “positive masculinity.”
Someone online called it bro-ey, but that’s incorrect. It’s masculine,...
I’ve been with my girlfriend for ten years. We moved in with each other three years ago. It’s not working for me. I love my girlfriend. She’s one of the kindest people I have ever met, slow to anger, and...
A Small Fascist Rally on a Kirkland Overpass: A couple dozen Patriot Front white supremacists waved their idiot signs on a 405 overpass on Saturday in another brilliant victory for the white race. You might remember these particular clowns...
Newspaper seeking one underling and one overlord: a staff news writer and an editor in chief.
News writers should know about writing news, but preferably more than that. We’re looking for a local-politics obsessive who isn’t afraid to dig into...
“I don’t want you to publish this,” Melissa Chaudhry, a candidate for US Congressional District 9, said during an explicitly on-the-record interview in The Stranger’s conference room, “but if elected, my personal plan and commitment is to be the...
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Sincere Engineer, Ways Away, Smug LLC
(MUSIC) If you like fast-paced, pop-punk-tinged rock songs about fucking up, falling in love, and/or finding joy in watching your enemies suffer, then you may already be in love with Chicago’s Sincere Engineer....
Good Morning! The sun is shining, NDAs are expiring. It’s summer in Seattle. We’ve got a week’s worth of central-casting summer weather coming up (high 70s, low 80s, barely a cloud in the sky), so go do summer things...
To every bar owner, club promoter, and weekend warrior who treats Pioneer Square like it’s a consequence-free entertainment district: People actually fucking live here.
We aren’t NPCs in the background of your Saturday night. We aren’t just the lights in...
I have no thesis for this piece other than that I just really like Espresso Martinis right now.
Yes, they’ve been around forever (since the early ’80s when London bartender Dick Bradsell allegedly invented them after a supermodel asked for...
