I have an intense romantic nostalgia for RAIN terminals. I was 17 when I moved to Seattle, and I really didn’t know anyone.
The cafe was featured in a piece by Der Spiegel in June of 1996.
I asked to talk to the manager and this short, attractive, direct woman in cutoff jeans and a white v-necked t-shirt came out and asked me a few questions. I think I answered them.
Speakeasy was the focus of an article by the Christian Science Monitor in May 1996.
It was one of the most musical improvisation sessions I have participated in.
The cafe was featured in a business review newspaper, focusing on the low pressure sales approach that the Apgars instilled as part of the company culture.
“People are starting to live here again. As opposed to in the past where people leave downtown to go home at night, now it feels more like a neighborhood.”
I loved my early days working weekend nights at the Speakeasy Cafe, behind the bar in a packed house. People came for great bands like Kultur Shock and The Tom Marriott Quartet.
Our press coverage even went as far afield as the Asia Times.
Speakeasy’s backroom theater was host to not only live performances, but to a wide variety of cutting edge film series, curated by organizations such as Shining Moments Productions and Independent Exposure.