The Crazyberry yogurt shop on Capitol Hill that inspired this column's favorite word has been rechristened Crazycherry. That's crazyberry crazyberry! And...
The Crazyberry yogurt shop on Capitol Hill that inspired this column’s favorite word has been rechristened Crazycherry. That’s crazyberry! And upsetting.
Owner Jason Kang explains that “cherry” is a fruit that originated in Europe and western Asia, which is just what Crazycherry offers: traditional Italian frozen yogurt with an Asian twist. (Translation: “Pinkberry got mad at us.”) In happier news, Kang says he’ll open four more Crazycherry shops in the Northwest this year.
As a tribute to the fallen, today’s column is solemnly devoted to all things crazyberry.
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CRAZYBERRY IN LOVE: How’s this for a crazy love story? Two girls met in middle school in Kansas City, Mo. They played soccer together, were co-captains of the basketball team and served on the homecoming court. By coincidence, they both wound up at Colorado College, a small liberal-arts school in Colorado Springs. After graduation, one moved to New York, the other to Seattle and then Hawaii. They lost track of each other, until a boy named Canlis started causing big confusion in their hometown. Who was dating this guy, Canlis? Was it Leigh or Anne Marie? Turns out, they both were.
“It was brought to our attention that we were dating first cousins,” says Leigh Canlis, now married to glass artist JP Canlis. Her childhood friend, Anne Marie, is married to Mark Canlis, owner of Canlis restaurant. “There were only four Canlis boys, and we ended up with two of them,” Leigh says. “Now we live a mile apart from each other. There is something in the stars that we were meant to be.” …
YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO CRAZYBERRY, or too crazy-rich! The Sorrento Hotel turns 100 in 2008, and if you want to throw a crazyberry party to celebrate, you’re in luck: The hotel is offering a “100 Grand” package in which you may buy out the hotel — all 76 rooms, for up to 100 people — for two nights. The package includes all kinds of fancy extras like limos, champagne, high tea, shopping and dinner on a yacht, and will be sold only once. Owner Mike Malone is confident someone will go for it. “We did sell the whole hotel for two nights a couple years ago. So it’s been done before.” …
IT’S A CRAZYBERRY CHRISTMAS: Many thanks to reader Susie Brandelius, who delivered a powder-blue tee that says, “I Rode the S.L.U.T., And All I Got Was This Stupid T-Shirt” after I made a Christmas wish in a previous column. The limited-edition tees are available for $20 at Art Boruck Printing (206-522-8500). In related news: I want a new car. And a pony. …
SUPERBAD “SUPER” AD: Here’s one way to make sure Matt Hasselbeck gets on TV on Super Bowl Sunday: Vote him into an ad to air during the big game. Fans may vote online at superad.nfl.com for their favorite player’s personal story. Matt talks about “when I knew for sure that I had not arrived.” He recounts the first time he received fan mail, only to discover it was from someone who wanted him to get an autograph from Brett Favre. The winning 60-second commercial will air during halftime of Fox’s broadcast of Super Bowl XLII on Feb. 3. Voting ends today. …
CELEBRITY SIGHTINGS ROUNDUP: Snow from Seattle indie rockers the Blakes wearing a rainbow scarf and eating a cherry jello shot on New Year’s Eve at the bar at Golden City Chinese restaurant in Ballard … Andre Agassi and wife Steffi Graf dining at Lanzas Ristorante in Port Townsend … Former Baltimore Ravens offensive coordinator Rick Neuheisel with his coaching staff at the Met. He said he wanted to bring his staff to “the best steakhouse in Seattle” — then ordered the seared ahi.
Pamela Sitt: 206-464-2376 or email@example.com