Speaking of Spokane
I was in Spokane last weekend—it’s a shithole, but it’s the shithole where my boyfriend grew up, and we visit two or three times a year to see his folks.
On Saturday night we stopped by the Ridpath Hotel to get a drink at Ankeny’s. It’s a freaking hilarious bar—a time capsule of late 70s/early 80s piss elegance. It’s all smoked mirrors, fat brass rails, and upholstered leopard-print chairs. They have a completely un-ironic piano bar and lounge singers in sparkly dresses. Tony Montana would fit right in. The place is a trip.
Or it used to be.
We walked into the Ridpath’s empty lobby, got in the elevator, and pushed the Ankeny’s button.
And… nothing. The doors closed but the elevator didn’t budge. We pressed the button again. Still nothing. Fearing the worst we pressed the open button, got off the elevator and asked the receptionist—who wasn’t paying attention when we came in, but was very nice when we approached her—what was up.
It turns out that Ankeny’s is closed—forever! My boyfriend gasped. He was crushed. His parents took him to Ankeny’s on his 16th birthday, and he used to go there with friends to get drunk and sing karaoke. The first time I went with him to Spokane eleven years ago he took me to Ankeny’s.
I’m sure all the other Spokane refugees in Seattle will be crushed by the sad news about Ankeny’s.
In other Spokane news, check out this piece I wrote for The Advocate last month about Spokane’s ex-mayor Jim West. It apparently ticked off a number of folks who live in Spokane…
"In other Spokane news, check out this piece I wrote for The Advocate last month about Spokane’s ex-mayor Jim West. It apparently ticked off a number of folks who live in Spokane…"
Talk about your shameless self-promotion!!!! So unlike you, Savage.