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Bobble Tiki can’t believe it’s been five years already. It blows his little bobble mind. Hell’s Kitchen has been up and running for almost 1825 days now (365x5, Bobble Tiki did the math), bringing big name after big name to Tacoma and offering a stage to some of the most
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Bobble Tiki can’t believe it’s been five years already. It blows his little bobble mind. Hell’s Kitchen has been up and running for almost 1825 days now (365x5, Bobble Tiki did the math), bringing big name after big name to Tacoma and offering a stage to some of the most
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Every Sunday morning a crowd huddles around Bobble Tiki in a downtown Tacoma condo elevator (Bobble Tiki rather not get into it), waiting to push into a claustrophobic container. Nearby, a door leads to another option: a stairway. Nobody opens that door. But later that day, at the YMCA, these same
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Every Sunday morning a crowd huddles around Bobble Tiki in a downtown Tacoma condo elevator (Bobble Tiki rather not get into it), waiting to push into a claustrophobic container. Nearby, a door leads to another option: a stairway. Nobody opens that door. But later that day, at the YMCA, these same
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To be brutally honest, Bobble Tiki was happy back in the days when he knew the names of the restaurants, not the chefs. There’s no shame in a hard-working hash slinger staying at the stove and off the Food Network. But instead of humble cooks, Bobble Tiki is confronted with
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To be brutally honest, Bobble Tiki was happy back in the days when he knew the names of the restaurants, not the chefs. There’s no shame in a hard-working hash slinger staying at the stove and off the Food Network. But instead of humble cooks, Bobble Tiki is confronted with
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Richard Lopez plays the trombone and loves it. Loves it. He loves its slender, beautiful curves. He loves the slide thing. He loves the cartoonlike, slippery sounds. If he could, he would slather it on toast or pancakes. Lopez wails like the late great Carl Fontana, combining a
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Richard Lopez plays the trombone and loves it. Loves it. He loves its slender, beautiful curves. He loves the slide thing. He loves the cartoonlike, slippery sounds. If he could, he would slather it on toast or pancakes. Lopez wails like the late great Carl Fontana, combining a plump tone