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Sunday, January 24, 2010

Life Selling Septieme

Posted by Dominic Holden on Sun, Jan 24, 2010 at 3:00 PM

Café Septieme—the formerly glorious old haunt of writers, alcoholics, and miscreants—is selling off all its old stuff this weekend.

These two-dollar potted flowers (begonias?) used to line up on the windowsill, growing stalks like little tree trunks for more than a decade, now on rack that used to hold The Stranger. Inside, the plates and creamers and saucers are all for sale. Septieme closed its doors on New Year's Eve. The building and abut two-thirds of the block are slated to be demolished for a development.

But not everything is for sale. I asked what's happened to the paintings, including one by Parris of a shopping cart, empty, under a light. I'd admired it when I waited tables at Septieme about seven years ago. Owner Victor Santiago—who bought the place from Septieme's daddy, Kurt Timmermeister—says he's keeping the paintings because he may open up a new Café Septieme in a few years, maybe in the Pike/Pine neighborhood, and he wants to hang them at the new place.

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Geraniums.

Posted by Meganfta on January 24, 2010 at 3:28 PM

VERY slow news day -

The food quality slumped in recent years, throw the name away.

Start over.

Cafe Not Septic - Beware.

SPACE FOR QUEER YOUTH ALERT... USE UNTIL TEAR DOWN

Posted by Rainbow Boy on January 24, 2010 at 3:46 PM

Septieme was great...back when you could rent the Belltown auto garages across the street for $200 a month. It had six tables, and you could basically talk your order across the room to the barista.

Then it doubled in size added a garden and brioche. That was also good. But not as good as it was when it was really a half address named Septieme.

Posted by Grandpa Seattle on January 24, 2010 at 5:25 PM

@1: Yeah, well, if it's not marijuana, he wouldn't know the difference.

Posted by Fifty-Two-Eighty

on January 24, 2010 at 6:13 PM

Shouldn't the next one be Café Huitième?

Posted by David Wright on January 24, 2010 at 10:19 PM

Victor Santiago is the Kiss of Death...he fucked up Septieme and needs to be restrained from grinding its name into the mud.

Give me the recipe for Schweinschnitzel, the divine Rodney, 30 gallons of red paint and $500k and I'll open Octieme...

Posted by michael strangeways