Chow Where the Hell’s Eat & Tell?
posted by on August 22 at 11:54 AM
Sad news: Due to stupid space restrictions, this week brings the final installment of Angela Garbes’ beloved column Eat & Tell. Due to even stupider space restrictions, the final installment of Eat & Tell was bumped from this week’s print edition. As usual, it’s a goodie, and here it is:
Pork & GriefTwo weeks ago, a beloved family friend passed away. Feeling a little sad all the time is, well, sad. And, in moments, crippling and overwhelming. At the funeral last week, easels holding photos collages celebrating our friend Rudy’s life were set up in the church lobby. I looked at the collages—“Friends,” “Church Activities,” “Family,” “Travels,” “Knights of Columbus”—and had to laugh when I noticed that, in every single display, there was at least one photo of Rudy hovering over a lechon, a Filipino whole roasted pig. “Oh yeah,” my dad smiled when I pointed this out to him, “Rudy loved lechon. There’s going to be one at the reception afterwards.”
Indeed, after the funeral, a whole pig served in the church social hall fed the hundreds of people who came to say goodbye. “It’s perfect,” Rudy’s daughter said to me, “that guy just loved to eat.” Last week, on the ninth night of mourning his death, before and after saying the rosary, friends and family devoured yet another whole pig, chopped impressively (with a cleaver and rubber mallet) by his daughter. I like to think that Rudy is quite pleased by all of this.
Of course, roasted pig is appropriate for all celebrations. It can even be the cause of one, as it will be this Saturday at Ballard’s Old Pequliar, when they roast two 120-pound pigs. Go and eat in honor of someone you love.
Pig and Pipes, with music by the Seattle Firefighters Pipes and Drums Corps, Saturday, August 23, 12:00 pm, the Old Pequliar, 1722 NW Market Street. Tickets $15; 782-8886.
If it’s any consolation, and it is, the divine Ms. Garbes will continue to share her eloquent, one-of-a-kind food lust with Stranger readers in reviews and profiles and what-have-you for The Stranger’s Chow section.
But for now, a moment’s silence for Eat & Tell.
Boooo. First you nix Forney's Love Lab cartoon and now this?
What gives? Seriously. Can't you sell more tranny hooker ads to get more space?
I wipe my ass with your ads.
Noooooo! I love her column! Cmon!
Just reduce the line height of the entire paper.
(snif)
now you too? boo on you, stranger!
You're getting rid of what is easily one of the most interesting columns in your paper? Why? Given that your food - excuse me, restaurant - section has covered such interesting topics as a hookah bar and chicken-fried steak the past few weeks, it looks like I'll no longer be looking at this section of the paper.
You should just merge your fucking print edition with the Little Nickel. Soon they will be visually indistinguishable inside.
Noooooo!
Bzzzt. Fail. Get rid of one of something else, not this.
(sniff squared)
Just called about tickets for this pig roast - it's actually scheduled for Saturday, August 23 (tomorrow) and not Sunday.
In any case, the column will be greatly missed - but hooray for more Angela to come! Chow.
Meggers: Thanks, fixed.
Everyone else: I agree.
jesus, there seems to be, to me, a ton of fucking commas, in this, hard to read, and badly-cadenced piece, but that, of course, is just my humble, and unsolicited, opinion.
Psst David - she had the date right, today is the 22nd, the roast is on the 23rd. Also check the final paragraph for another "Sunday." Not to be a jerk or anything. I'm just anal. You understand.
@13: You try going to a friend's funeral and not hauling a bunch of commas around after. They're grief commas. Persistent little buggers.
i'll take commas over Bethany's undelicious, uninspired, unsmart, unfunny unreviews unyday.
@15: Thanks for stopping by, La Spiga!
This is just wrong -- I'm not going to cast about with my own personal "least favorites", but c'mon, the Chow section needs more columns, not less.
14: Ack! Fixed again and for real.
"Go and eat [some poor slaughtered animal] in honor of someone you love."
That is one fucked up way to honor someone I love. No thanks.
Save Angela!!
Come on guys, yall gotta be kidding me. It's one of my fave things to read when im having my strong coffee.
Just reduce your damn font and you will have more room.
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