I came across this while looking for images of Third Places: who knew that icon of iconoclasm, The Seattle Stranger, would have ever ventured to our shores? I just love their investigative tones as a way of combating incipient suburbaphobia. This is from last summer's race between Darcy Burner and Dave Reichert:
We are someplace called Newport Hills, which is about a 20-minute drive east from Seattle, sitting in what the SECB (not sure what this refers to) guesses you would call a blue-collar strip-mall bar. It’s called the Mustard Seed and the back looks like this:

Remember: he's 20 whole minutes east of Seattle

While the front looks like this:
We’re still waiting for Burner to arrive, so the SECB checked out the spread, which is not promising:

Memo to the Burner campaign: American flags are great and all, but they’re even better with food on them
The SECB spotted Blaire Butterworth, doing his second tour as a top Burner campaign consultant:

Note to SECB: Next time you cover politics in our neighborhood let me know and I'll buy you a beer or three!
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