02 Oct Seattle’s Very Best Sausages, or something

Over the weekend, the Husband and I went out for a walk through Pioneer Square (our friends wanted to stop at Fuel for some food), and I saw a tent set up on the North edge of Occidental Square. Curious what it was and why it seemed there was no one else loitering around the park, we headed over.

We met a new friend, Will, who was manning a sausage and hot dog cart. When we asked him what the name of the place was, he wasn’t sure, so we all decided its name would come from the slogan “Seattle’s Very Best Sausages” on his sign.

For anyone interested in finding out whether or not they’re really Seattle’s best, he’s there Friday and Saturday nights from about 9:30 all the way until 2:30 am. I was really excited that they were there, because as I’ve noted in my previous post, I don’t think that shutting down the streets will help any of the problems that are happening in P2. As the author of citywalker pointed out, we need more foot traffic to combat the problems in the park.

Although the Comedy Underground is great because it brings lots of people through O² (I just came up with that..O².. in case you were wondering), they sit right on the edge – no reason to walk through Occidental. The nice thing about Will’s cart is that he kind of keeps an eye on things in that neighborhood. I asked him his opinion on whether or not shutting down the streets on the weekends would be a good thing or a bad thing. He said he thought it was a bad idea and that it would actually hurt the businesses that were operating there (and no, before you argue with me, he didn’t mean the drug businesses).

There was another guy who was helping sweep around the area – when we asked him his name, he refused to tell us, but he did tell us that he’s known as “the cop.” Which is weird. But so was he, so maybe it was okay. He seemed to have some insight to the area and about some of the problems that Saveway has had in the past (like the owner being jailed for selling drugs?) and that the drug market has moved up to 1st, more into downtown. None of this verified, of course. What I can verify is that I’m way more nervous walking past the Saveway than I am walking through O².

Three morals of this story:

1. You are more mysterious if you refuse to tell people your name

2. You should support local businesses who keep the drug dealers away by swinging by Seattle’s Very Best Sausages

3. Eating sausages/hot dogs late at night probably isn’t very good for your digestive system. Or your belt. But they probably taste really good.

You know how in the TV show Arrested Development, how they show previews for the next show, but they’re never true? This isn’t like that.

Coming Up: Why the homeless all refused to be “interviewed,” what happened when I decided to just meet and get to know them instead of “interview them,” and First Thursday Art Walk in the rain.

p.s. I also have to add that I’m a little disappointed that I can’t make fun of utilikilts on this blog anymore, like I was planning. Someone from the shop sent me an email saying he loved the new blog, and has it bookmarked, and I just can’t bring myself to mock them on the blog in future posts. There are many things I could make fun of and just the ridiculousness of a shop devoted to men wearing kilts, but good preemptive move, my friend. I will not be saying things like that on this blog.