Jane Hodges
The Local Joint That Was
The bistro was called Beato—an Italian word meaning “blessed” or “happy”—which is how I felt when it opened in my Seattle neighborhood during December 2006. The owner, a local returning to Seattle after a New York finance career and a round of culinary training, brought generous backing, an extensive wine collection, a great chef, white tablecloths, and cool servers into what was otherwise a big-screen brewpub neighborhood—along with fantastic Italian-inspired local fare.
We never guessed it wouldn’t last forever.
2001 All Over Again
For those of us in the mid-to-late thirtysomething category, this recession has a specific discomfort to it. The recession of 2001 is still a sharp memory, and today’s turmoil rustles up primal and unpleasant memories of that year’s slump.
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