[I actually love the tartar sauce. It got some kick. Fire Circle, J-4. Whole scene had this wild, too-real unreality of a suppressed dream. Everyone comes here. We see the same people every time we come.]
[The Red Door is a slice of old Seattle. Stones are hard everywhere. We see the same people every time we come.]
[The Red Door is a slice of old Seattle. Where everyone stinks, no one stinks. We see the same people every time we come.]
[Iconic photos of some of the same people we.]