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My buddy Steve came over to cook dinner with me. His tiny apartment up the hill didn't have an oven, so I offered mine. I live in an older apartment with a three-quarter sized yellow range the perfect size for Shepherd's Pie. We didn't know each other very well yet, so I mostly watched him quietly from the corner and let him explain things about cooking to me: how to wash, how to cut, how to season.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet2 months ago in Feast
Seattle Nightlife Report: The Hideout
We're only grabbing one more drink on Saturday night but you know where to go. Rub your fingertips on mine before grabbing my palm, teasing me from the corner of Boren and Madison down the unsuspecting First Hill sidewalk towards a couple smokers outside an almost-hidden door. You hold it open for me and your smirking brown eyes flit towards flickering candles under the tables and the beloved bar’s world of bustling locals, gently flowing vibes, and curated art covering the walls expands to let us in. I pretend for a second I’ve never been here before because my delight always makes you smile. Yeah man, I love the Hideout.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 months ago in Proof
um, Hi. Top Story - September 2025.
July 3, 2022 The Sun and the Moon House, Beacon Hill, Seattle um, Hi Woke up, made coffee & breakfast, meditated. Sat on the porch w/ Al. It’s cold today — not really but overcast & windy. The few hot days spoiled us — I miss them already. “I like to appear busy online.” Who is watching us? Anyone could be, that’s the thrill. Offering, giving something up. I’ve started getting TikToks about romantic obsession on my fyp. Not too rare, I suppose. Most people are obsessed with something.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 months ago in Art
We Can Make Something New
8/27/25 Studio 7 - First Hill, Seattle Hello Again, My twin sister visited last week but instead of making a plan we allowed her single day in Seattle to unfurl naturally ahead of us -- my dog and I met her at the airport light rail station before we meandered whichever way we wanted. It reminded me of what you said last summer, maybe when you were cleaning the apartment before your little brother was supposed to come up from LA: "I am free. When I want to go outside, I go outside. I don't need to be anywhere."
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 months ago in Men
Oh my gosh
June 16, 2022 Lake City, Seattle Oh my gosh, Lately, I’ve felt a bit out of control but I don’t mind it. Sometimes the sensation that accompanies that lack of self-consciousness is enjoyable: heart beating faster, blood rising to my temples and cheeks, each breath leaving my nostrils sweet before it hits whatever I’ve selected as the object of my undivided attention. What have I been obsessed with? I’m afraid to tell you.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet7 months ago in Journal
