by Charles Mudede
This week on Slog, we’re looking back at a few of our favorite blog posts from the year. Next up, I want to share this post written by The Stranger‘s resident philosopher, Charles Mudede.
As I’m sure you know, no one writes quite like Charles. He can write an obituary for one of the Ave’s favorite institutions while simultaneously writing good TV criticism about a sitcom from the late ’70s. It’s the type of writing you really can’t find anywhere else—if you can, please DM me, because I’d love to read it.
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Thanks, and enjoy Charles’s post, re-upped below. —Eds. Note
This is really bad. It’s easy for me to imagine a Seattle with no Starbucks or Pike Place Market. But it’s next to impossible for me to imagine a Seattle with no College Inn Pub. What kind of place is this? The wood-warm bar, the professors and students chatting in booths, the low ceiling. All of this boozy richness, which was in the basement of a University District hotel, the Tudor style College Inn, that has two floors above its lobby and street-level businesses, did not survive the pandemic.