Red Door to close its door

YellowSnow

https://www.google.com/amp/s/seattle.eater.com/platform/amp/2020/1/22/21076582/the-red-door-fremont-seattle-closing-in-march

dflea

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

YellowSnow

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

BleachedAnusDawg

Was just talking about this place with a friend who was asking if anyone goes there anymore. Guess we have our answer.

RoadDawg55

This is where Pup two stepped while we were watching Friends?

DerekJohnson

I haven't been there since 1995

YellowSnow

RoadDawg55 said:

This is where Pup two stepped while we were watching Friends?

No. Little Red Hen.

GrundleStiltzkin

DerekJohnson said:

I haven't been there since 1995

TRDDWYA

minion_doog

Rip

YellowSnow

minion_doog said:

Rip

Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.

dflea

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.

There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.

I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.

minion_doog

YellowSnow said:

minion_doog said:

Rip

Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.

A fren lived 3 blocks up from the strip, had a hot tub. We didn't get numbers, just took em there.

I've still never eaten a sammich from Paseo

YellowSnow

dflea said:

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.

There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.

I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.

The Buckaroo closed in 2010. I went there a few times back in the early 2000s in my still trying to pretend like I'm in college phase.

Nickerson Street Saloon is going to shut down too.

Progress sucks.

YellowSnow

minion_doog said:

YellowSnow said:

minion_doog said:

Rip

Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.

A fren lived 3 blocks up from the strip, had a hot tub. We didn't get numbers, just took em there.

I've still never eaten a sammich from Paseo

That’s not fair. Shooting ducks in barrel with hot tub chinvites.

creepycoug

YellowSnow said:

https://www.google.com/amp/s/seattle.eater.com/platform/amp/2020/1/22/21076582/the-red-door-fremont-seattle-closing-in-march

Been on my face many a' time at that place.

Sad. Sad, really.

But, helps Trump IMO.

creepycoug

dflea said:

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.

There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.

I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.

Short story tim - back in the day, when Creepycoug was just an idea and a dream that had yet come to fruition, I was a summer associate at a downtown Seattle law firm. Back in those days, they would wine and dine the living shit out of you and the whole summer was one big boon doggle (sp?) after another. Anyway, one of the firm's traditions was the 'dive bar tour', and we would go from shit-hole bar to shit-hole bar and drink and move on. Needless to say, the future Mrs. Creep was holding my hair (sure.gif) as spent the early morning with my head where my ass usually goes.

Anywho, the Buckaroo was where the tour began. I remember it well. A bunch of yuppy wannabe pretend lawyer shit pants mixing it up with the 'other' folks. Fun tims. It actually was. Everybody was cool. There was some decent ass with us, which always helps.

YellowSnow

creepycoug said:

dflea said:

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.

There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.

I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.

Short story tim - back in the day, when Creepycoug was just an idea and a dream that had yet come to fruition, I was a summer associate at a downtown Seattle law firm. Back in those days, they would wine and dine the living shit out of you and the whole summer was one big boon doggle (sp?) after another. Anyway, one of the firm's traditions was the 'dive bar tour', and we would go from shit-hole bar to shit-hole bar and drink and move on. Needless to say, the future Mrs. Creep was holding my hair (sure.gif) as spent the early morning with my head where my ass usually goes.

Anywho, the Buckaroo was where the tour began. I remember it well. A bunch of yuppy wannabe pretend lawyer shit pants mixing it up with the 'other' folks. Fun tims. It actually was. Everybody was cool. There was some decent ass with us, which always helps.

You should publish the collected short stories of Creepy CUOG.

PurpleThrobber

creepycoug said:

dflea said:

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.

There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.

I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.

Short story tim - back in the day, when Creepycoug was just an idea and a dream that had yet come to fruition, I was a summer associate at a downtown Seattle law firm. Back in those days, they would wine and dine the living shit out of you and the whole summer was one big boon doggle (sp?) after another. Anyway, one of the firm's traditions was the 'dive bar tour', and we would go from shit-hole bar to shit-hole bar and drink and move on. Needless to say, the future Mrs. Creep was holding my hair (sure.gif) as spent the early morning with my head where my ass usually goes.

Anywho, the Buckaroo was where the tour began. I remember it well. A bunch of yuppy wannabe pretend lawyer shit pants mixing it up with the 'other' folks. Fun tims. It actually was. Everybody was cool. There was some decent ass with us, which always helps.

You have not lived until you’ve gone into a logger bar wearing topsiders and a flipped up collar pink Izod.

YellowSnow

PurpleThrobber said:

creepycoug said:

dflea said:

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.

There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.

I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.

Short story tim - back in the day, when Creepycoug was just an idea and a dream that had yet come to fruition, I was a summer associate at a downtown Seattle law firm. Back in those days, they would wine and dine the living shit out of you and the whole summer was one big boon doggle (sp?) after another. Anyway, one of the firm's traditions was the 'dive bar tour', and we would go from shit-hole bar to shit-hole bar and drink and move on. Needless to say, the future Mrs. Creep was holding my hair (sure.gif) as spent the early morning with my head where my ass usually goes.

Anywho, the Buckaroo was where the tour began. I remember it well. A bunch of yuppy wannabe pretend lawyer shit pants mixing it up with the 'other' folks. Fun tims. It actually was. Everybody was cool. There was some decent ass with us, which always helps.

You have not lived until you’ve gone into a logger bar wearing topsiders and a flipped up collar pink Izod.

Fletch meets Wallace, ID?

DerekJohnson

YellowSnow said:

minion_doog said:

Rip

Got one phone number their once. Didn’t close the sale. Sad.

What was his name?

DerekJohnson

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

YellowSnow said:

dflea said:

I used to live right up the block. The Red Door was always a good place to hang out. This was a long time ago.

You were a long way from the logging camp.

Seriously. Shifting gears from Camp Govey and Camp Grisdale to Kane Hall was a bit of a culture shock.

There was a biker bar on Fremont just up the hill from the Red Door. The Buckaroo. You'd see the coolest bikes out in front - old Triumphs and Indians - but I never went in because smoking weed and talking shit in a biker bar can get your ass beat.

I've been away from Seattle for a long time. I think sometimes I miss it - but I'm pretty sure if I went back, all the shit I remembered wouldn't be the same anyway. Just like Grisdale and Govey.

The Buckaroo closed in 2010. I went there a few times back in the early 2000s in my still trying to pretend like I'm in college phase.

Nickerson Street Saloon is going to shut down too.

Progress sucks.

Neuheisel used to have his coach's radio show there