“We’d better not see that Starbucks cup in here.” “Yes, yes, I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t finish it in time.” She didn’t laugh. That’s what you get when you enter Italy, or an Italian establishment. Their anti-ness to anything with Seattle’s green lady on the white cup is charming and expected, […]Read more "World Cup: Taking in Italy’s Loss at Caffe Napoli in Vancouver"
The first one goes in, finally. The small crowd erupts – maybe 10 or 15 people, and just a handful of them are decked head-to-toenail in that beautifully tacky, sort-of vintage Red Devil tunic. I don’t even know the manufacturer; I just know it’s not Nike or Adidas. These people here, they’re a part of […]Read more "World Cup: Joining the Belgian Bandwagon"