"The Best Place For Cheap 'Bar-Ass Hotdogs ' Well, every good thing comes to an end, I guess. This New Year 's Eve will be Ed 's last, as the Kort Haus is demolished to make way for 'micro-housing ' (overpriced techie prison cells that are ruining Seattle). Ed 's is one of the last bastions of Old Seattle; working-class, laid back, no-nonsense, and affordable. The beers are cheap, the seats are worn, the food hits the spot and is totally unpretentious and more than fair for the price. Much to my own embarrassment, knowing that Ed had a reputation for meats, I once asked if his hotdogs were 'natural casing or just regular hotdogs '; to which Ed replied, quite frankly and unimpressed: 'Bar-ass hotdogs! ' Naturally, I had to ask about the chips. 'Are they Kettle chips or just Lays? ' 'Bulk puh-tay-tuh chips! ' My buddy laughed at me and remarked, 'Ed reminds me of my dad. ' We ended up going back every weekend for a while. Each time, we made wagers as to whether Ed would ever warm up to us after my faux pas. Eventually, Ed did warm up to us. He started to have us sample some of his poutine, which he was quite proud of; he told us about how much he loves his daughter and his regular customers over the years. A place like Ed 's is something you don 't miss until it 's gone. But once your neighborhood loses it, you 'll be hard pressed to have something like it again. Thanks for all of the late night hotdogs and laughs, Ed! We 'll miss you!"
