Over the years many of my favorite businesses have come and gone, but The Two Bells was special. It was ‘my place’ to stop by and have a cheap but very tasty appie and brew while cycling by on my way home from work – bike clothes just fine. Back in the day I owned a frame shop and gallery in downtown Seattle (also forced to close due to big developers’ changes) and lived on the hill in Queen Anne neighborhood — the good old days in memory. This was also the mecca for we artists from the co-op gallery nearby, local writers, and the place I met up with friends from all over the city.
In recent years, The Two Bells had become just an annual pilgrimage during the holidays when my husband and I would go back ‘for old time’s sake.’ We went for our last time on December 29, 2017 since I had learned it was closing forever on the 31st.
I never found an artichoke dip I liked better or a more easy and less pretentious eatery in the city. The staff came as they were and hobnobbed with clientele without the strictures of corporate bar owners or trendy restauranteurs. The menu and the place were nearly the same from all the way back in the 40’s– with a slight décor lift in the ’90s. One of my oldest friends introduced me to the place. I took another old friend there on the day she and I met. The staff I remember are some of those in this early ’80’s photo on their History page. Now the whole establishment is a thing of the past. Multi-use high-rise on the way. One more bit of unique culture and community expression bites the dust.
Farewell, Two Bells! I wish all of those whose jobs and small business joys and trials were wiped away, a fabulous journey forward. May you ever find a comfy place where people are people and expressive art and witty words are treasured.