In the 1990s, the City of Seattle added it to the official Table of Historic Landmarks, with Doris’s blessing.
Rachel Kessler, a Central District resident, recently found out that she has family history in the neighborhood: “The address of the old synagogue [where my grandfather was buried] is right where the Langston Hughes Performing Arts Institute stands.
I locked my bike to a stop sign and climbed the stairs to the formal western entrance.
He was all dressed up in his fancy uniform, and had on all the medals and everything. But the crowd took up Alki Avenue all the way from 59th down to 64th.
All over the promenade and up the back streets—just a huge crowd.
And Tuesday became my favorite night of the week, because our hostess was Ms. Connie was a character based on a Nevada prostitute of the same name in Nick Broomfield’s Chicken Ranch documentary.
Connie loved Jesus, truckers, and the sublime sounds of the Pointer Sisters-—often gracing us with the karaoke cover of ‘Slow Hand’ that would become her signature.
The grand building’s former life as a synagogue now became apparent in its architectural details.
Classical lines, Palladian arched windows and a shallow dome above the square center. Immediately right of the three sets of doors a large polished granite rectangle amidst the smaller cream-colored brick façade caught my eye. 'zines, straight edge, punk in a whole new light, collective??! It was the perfect mix of dingy atmosphere, heavily pierced and tattooed, up-tight workers, and comfort.
In the years that I went there, and I started when Hot Turkey Sandwiches were 75 cents, the place never changed.
The menu, except for the prices, remained almost exactly the same. Spent many a day there hopping tables, moving from one conversation to another, eating two, sometimes three, meals, without ever leaving the place.
We may have been a club full of sluts, fags, and trannies, but we weren’t the type to fiddle while Rome burned, and as our scene came to a close, so did the carefree nature of our youth. It stood for ‘A Frilly Lacey Nighty.’ It was full of art and toasters. At the counter you could buy a slice of bread and then take it to your table and toast it.” - Vida Rose, from a piece in the Ghosts of Seattle Past anthology Built in 1903-4 as the Fir Lodge.