tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869535899744508416.post3779858447350904822..comments2023-08-23T01:01:34.646-07:00Comments on 10 Things Zine: All roads once led to The Dog HouseDan 10Thingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01534869021494671522noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869535899744508416.post-23796030620430827542009-06-24T15:44:29.553-07:002009-06-24T15:44:29.553-07:00The best after hours place in the world - lounge l...The best after hours place in the world - lounge lizards, punks, goths, yuppies, hippies and just about everything in between - all sitting next to each other. Marge in her beehive. The $4.95 ribeye steak - Tenderness not Guaranteed (per the menu), and they were right on! Too bad it's passed on, I'll never forget it.Gregnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869535899744508416.post-29021388346413473622008-11-26T11:20:00.000-08:002008-11-26T11:20:00.000-08:00This is awesome! My grandmother, Laurie Gulbranse...This is awesome! My grandmother, Laurie Gulbransen, owned the Dog House up until it closed. I spent every holiday morning there. I didn't live nearby and was 19 when it closed, so I never got a chance to appreciate the great aftershow atmosphere I always read about after the fact.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869535899744508416.post-47111217816492997152008-10-26T23:51:00.000-07:002008-10-26T23:51:00.000-07:00Loved the Doghouse for all the reasons here listed...Loved the Doghouse for all the reasons here listed. In the late 80s we'd head there after rockabilly/punk shows down in Pioneer Square because some of us were too young to drink in those places that carded all the time. Later, I lived on 9th and Virginia (neighbors, I would guess, of Mr. Hubbard) and relied heavily on the services of the Doghouse. An old friend of mine's grandmother was a waitress there for decades ...brysmihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07552523345429089276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869535899744508416.post-11293270780326639252008-10-24T13:43:00.000-07:002008-10-24T13:43:00.000-07:00Nice write up. I forgot about Skoochies. Geez. The...Nice write up. I forgot about Skoochies. Geez. The Doghouse was where I drank my first cup of coffee (that I liked). Used to go there after punk rock shows, stay until the wee hours. At one point I lived in a warehouse with friends a few blocks away (9th and Terry) and we hung out at The Doghouse at all hours. I really miss that place. It was such a diverse mix of people, old and young. Our favorite waitress (Marge) had waited on Frank Zappa & The Mothers back in 1966!John W. Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12402249833815770033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6869535899744508416.post-55464145133922060222008-10-24T09:08:00.000-07:002008-10-24T09:08:00.000-07:00skoochies hahaha man we hated that place!skoochies hahaha man we hated that place!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com