No! Ghorm's is gone!
Aug. 2nd, 2009 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsA long time ago a roll playing game called Shadowrun came out. It was a kind of Faerie Emergent/Cyberpunk crossover set in Seattle 2019: Yakuza Orcs warred with Elvish Cybermages in the South Dome Arcology while dragons flew in from the Cascades and the Olympics to hear the latest punk phenomenon at the Gorge, etc. etc. Fun and silly.
But the Seattle Sourcebook contained references to many different places in Seattle, some of which are real. There really is a bar called the Pink Door. There really is a restaurant at the address of The Big Rhino, "The finest Orc restaurant on the West Coast": it's The Brooklyn, which is a damned fine (and damned expensive) restaurant.
And there really was a hamburger joint named Ghorm's! It was owned by a man named Ghorm! Isn't that just the greatest Orc name ever? They had greasy burgers in the 1950's style, handed to you wrapped in white butcher's paper, with an unwaxed cup of fries still dripping with oil. Phenomenal stuff.
It's gone now, replaced with this abomination: 
The finest Orc fast food joint in Seattle is gone. A Papa Murphy's, really? Welfare ticket pizza? You can't buy a restaurant pizza with WIC coupons, but you can buy a Papa Murphy's because it's technically not "prepared"; you still have to take it home and bake it yourself. So it's like a semi-thawed frozen pizza, almost, and about that quality. Omaha and I bought one once. Once.
That's so sad. More than anything else, it tells us how dire the economy is. Well, maybe not. Maybe Ghorm just decided he wanted to retire and closed up. But it's still one less piece of the Seattle that I love, gone.
But the Seattle Sourcebook contained references to many different places in Seattle, some of which are real. There really is a bar called the Pink Door. There really is a restaurant at the address of The Big Rhino, "The finest Orc restaurant on the West Coast": it's The Brooklyn, which is a damned fine (and damned expensive) restaurant.
And there really was a hamburger joint named Ghorm's! It was owned by a man named Ghorm! Isn't that just the greatest Orc name ever? They had greasy burgers in the 1950's style, handed to you wrapped in white butcher's paper, with an unwaxed cup of fries still dripping with oil. Phenomenal stuff.
It's gone now, replaced with this abomination:
The finest Orc fast food joint in Seattle is gone.
That's so sad. More than anything else, it tells us how dire the economy is. Well, maybe not. Maybe Ghorm just decided he wanted to retire and closed up. But it's still one less piece of the Seattle that I love, gone.
