The Liquid Lime is for Cheap-Asses, Lushes, and Gluttons

Ah, memories. That rabbit joke was *the* thing in the third grade. It sounds like your paramour-to-be forgot the most important step: pulling his pockets inside-out to resemble rabbit ears. I'm sure, then, you can imagine the intended destination of any "petting."

"Have you ever pet a rabbit between its ears?" Wouldn't have been petted? Is he igonorant or did you just make a typo. Either way, any up standing citizen would have kicked the rabbit between the ears. Guys like that make me want to reach out...and *&%)_% *R*$$ **$*$. And, then he would shut his mouth.

wait, cheap-asses? lushes? gluttons? when are we going? :)

Wow...is this what journalism is coming to? I think the editor of this article is about as classy as her point of view. In an economy that is trending toward a depression, who the hell would want to pay more than $5 for a pitcher of beer? You could travel down to the waterfront of Kirkland and spend $14 for the same pitcher, where the bar is making an 85% mark-up on your dollar, but at least you wouldn't be considered a cheap ass....right? You should thank the Liquid Lime for having the consumer in mind. I am also sure at that downtown Kirkland bar, you will find your "chino pressed googlers" also asking you to touch the rabbit between their legs...but b/c they have on Gucci sunglasses, a faux hawk and Kenneth Cole shoes...you probably wouldn't refer to them as "gluttons". As someone who has experienced every bar and club scene imaginable in the greater Seattle area, it is easy to say you will find lushes at any establishment you stumble (no pun intended) into. Ms Hobart, I must ask....have you been out of the house lately? Or does your journalism just exclude any kind of objectivity and research? Next time you are cruising up 405...stop at the exit before the Liquid Lime...and hit up the Time Out on their $1 drink nights and then do a comparison on cheap-asses, lushes and gluttons.

Oftentimes, The Seattle Weekly looks toward the Eastside with a disdainful eye, and, by doing so, manages to alienate a portion of its reader base, which I imagine it can ill-afford. While it is quite clear that your staff has made no attempt to aspire to the level of journalistic integrity found in The New York Times, even a modicum of effort on the part of your writers would improve the clarity and truthfulness of your reviews. For example, Erika Hobart's juvenile May 14th column "The Liquid Lime is for Cheap-Asses, Lushes, and Gluttons," managed to not only malign a fine Kirkland establishment, but furthermore insulted everyone Ms. Hobart perceives as being of a lower class than herself. It's hard to imagine a writer for one of the least-read papers in the greater Seattle metropolitan area being uppity, but somehow Ms. Hobart has managed to grant herself the greatest of all illusions: that of self-importance. I do sympathize; it must have been considerably trying to patronize a bar where one is served in a timely fashion, as opposed to having to struggle to be acknowledged. It's an outrage--how dare a bartender do his job well? How infuriating it is to not have to spend half one's time waiting in line for drinks instead of socializing with friends! How appalling it is that a business strives to remain affordable in a time of increasing economic trouble! Had Ms. Hobart bothered to do any research, she would have found that should someone overimbibe, The Liquid Lime absorbs half of the costs for Anna's Ride Home, a free cab service for patrons, while their vehicles sit safely in a well-lit, patrolled parking lot. How clearly awful it is for a business to be community-minded and considerate of the lives and welfare of their patrons and their property! As for her cheap shots at blue collar patrons, where would Ms. Hobart prefer they drink? At home? Again, I understand her position: drinking a beer next to someone who does manual labor for a living might give you rough hands or even leprosy, just by virtue of association. Am I further to assume that Ms. Hobart has never been approached with a bad pick-up line in a bar before? She must not often leave her home, as whether one is in Capitol Hill, Belltown, Georgetown, or yes, even Kirkland, one may potentially expect to encounter someone who finds them physically attractive. It seems quite clear that Ms. Hobart arrived at The Liquid Lime expecting the Ritz Carlton, packed full of 'Googlers in pressed chinos', so at the very least, if a man hits on her, she can be assured that he has money, which would presumably make his actions less offensive. I certainly hope she finds what she's looking for; perhaps when she finds a sugar daddy she will give up her post to someone who knows the meaning of objectivity.

pWned!

I'm guessing the bad pick up line was made in direct response to the apparent stick up Ms. Hobarts backside and was likely a well meaning, though ineffective, attempt at loosening her up. I would rather associate with mechanics "wearing their grease-spattered uniforms" than a bunch of holier-than-thou hipsters or the empty headed spill-over from Greek Row and day.

WOW, snotty much? Though I may overindulged on occasion in food, drink and sarcasm, I've never even APPROACHED the self-important arrogance Miss Hobart (and yes, I'm certain she is still a 'Miss')possesses. The newspaper rack inside the door of The Lime has The Eastside Sun on the the top shelf... however, I'm pretty certain it won't be carrying The Weekly on the bottom. Too bad. I needed to find a hooker. John