Vios Cafe: Our Chuck E. Cheese is Greek

Though we are all growed up and have big, corporate careers, K & I don’t always have our shit together. In fact, there are times we are too dumb to feed ourselves — times we would starve if it weren’t for good people like Thomas Soukakos.

Fortunately, Thomas and his Vios Cafe are right around the corner from us. And, not only is it likely we will never starve thanks to this coincidence of geography but we will not starve in delicous, perfect, Greek-god-like satisfaction.

For lunch, we recommend the lamb burger sandwich and to always make room for the soup. For dinner, go with the pasticcio if one of the specials doesn’t grab your fancy. If you’re looking for something sweet and are too infantile to even provide yourself with dessert at home, the joint also features a gelato selection so you can swing through and indulge your inner, sugar and round-molecule-loving child.

Being childlike is the right way to go at Vios. In addition to being one of those good people who feeds the world, this Thomas fellow must be keenly aware of the demographics of the neighborhood. He has made his Vios like a giant family kitchen, complete with a play area where parents can safely perch nearby and sip a coffee. Add areas of long, open tables and it starts to make sense when you see packs of little kids marching into a Greek cafe to celebrate a birthday party. It’s the Chuck E. Feta Cheese of 19th and Aloha.

For several lovely pictures of Vios, check out this flickr photo stream — including pictures taken by local foodie extaordinaire, Seattle Bon Vivant. You can also read her Vios praise here.

Seattlest called Vios a “a triple threat, open for breakfast, lunch and dinner, so it’s got yummy food for 12 hours a day.”

Meanwhile, this positive Stranger account of the place is getting a little dusty. Though it did inspire us to leave the ‘sh’ word in our first sentence.

–j/k

Neighbors say hello

This is probably the low of blogdom, but here comes a post about a post about this blog. The headline is also kind of a dorky pun involving the post about this blog and a gay-friendly dance bar. Sue us.

For those of you keeping track of these things, real life neighbors who have stopped by to say hello to us at our new perch in fancy pants Capitol Hill — zero.

Blog neighbors who dropped a welcome post our way — one!

The Internet wins again!

Thanks for the welcome, Queen City Cruise news.

— j/k

p.s. — we’re not married (yet, honey) but we are a team!

Best place for pick-ups and plastic grass on Capitol Hill

The new-and-improved Bobby Morris playfield has the most beautiful field turf around. It’s gorgeous.

Part of the Cal Anderson park, the city powers-that-be decided the playfield should still be called Bobby to honor a beloved Capitol Hill coach.

I love it for its brown plastic grass baselines, getting to play in the wafting chicken crispiness of the KFC across the street and, especially, for not being Miller field, the hell-holish-est of all Seattle soccer fields.

— j

Capitol Hill’s parts

In our expert opinion, there are two parts to Capitol Hill — the urban, gritty part and the practically suburban fancy pants part. We live in fancy pants. The two parts mix here and there but mostly seem to keep to themselves. But what do we know? We just moved here from downtown Seattle. We used to blog there too. We plan to blog here. It’s a habit. It helps us know our home better. It gives us an excuse to eat out more.

We’ll write about a few things. Probably complain a bit here and there. Praise a restaurant or two. Compare and contrast Belltown living with life on The Hill. FYI, it’s noisier up here than down there. Not in volume, really, but in breadth of noises, the jet flyovers, the plaintive doggy yapping, the leaf blowers and the children have downtown’s constant hum of automobiles beat.

We’re happy to be here. It’s exciting to have Victrola on your home turf — we feel like they are part of our team now. Go, Victrola, go! And now we can look forward to a stroll down to Monsoon or Fork or Harvest Vine for a meal just like we used to look forward to Marco’s or Le Pichet.

Of course, not everything is going to be so rosy. All this free parking up here has us befuddled. What to do with our free time now that we don’t have to shuffle our car around to beat the meter maids? And the noise up here — did we mention the noise?!?

— j/k