Dominic Holden

I’ve been absent around here lately… while I toiling in the vineyards of ink. I started working full-time as a reporter for The Stranger.

This means I spent the last week dog paddling to keep up with frenetic pace of the newspaper. However, this also means I’m no longer serving discount hamburgers at the DeLuxe.

A moment, if I may, to take a cathartic glimpse in the rear view mirror.

The DeLuxe is best known for its hamburgers. (It’s hard to fuck up a burger.) Hundreds of discount-hounds pack the place every Wednesday, when the burgers are only $4.99*. Getting a table can take an hour or more, so people jam together in the narrow bar waiting for up to 90 minutes to save $3. I asked a server Mary once, rhetorically, “Do you know who these people are? These are the cheapest fags on Capitol Hill.” Once a group of four God-fearing ‘mos were holding hands for grace, bowing their heads, and whispering a prayer over their cheeseburgers… Uh, God bless this discount beef?

There were the vegetarians who would order a Gardenburger (TM). Sometimes they would be only merciful diner sharing the table with their animal-murdering friends. Hey, you smug fuck, do you know how many gardens had to die for that burger?

Okay. I’m think it’s all worked out of my system now.

So, looking forward to full menu of possibilities ahead, please enjoy these non-burger pictures I took last week. First, a head of red-leaf lettuce from our garden.

Ah, red heads.

The next picture is of scones. What sort of scones? Hard to say—the sign at Katy’s only said they were “experimental.” Nick made them — he’s the super-cute and super-smart barista — and maybe I should’ve, but I didn’t get one. They look good.

*With purchase of a beverage

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