Monday, September 26, 2011

Georgetown, Trailer Park Mall, crafty art and arty craft

The minute I head about the Georgetown Trailer Park Mall, I wanted to go.  How cool was this idea?  The perfect intersection of camp, irony, nostalgia, and gypsies.    The earnest, albeit hipstersish, micro-economy is based upon local and recycled stuff

We wandered into this alternate universe...

This might be what gypsies would do if they had more of a sense of humor.  If you have not seen it, Georgetown Trailer Park Mall is a "mall" made of vintage travel trailers, mostly Airstream.  There is no Gap or Hot Topic, but stores are more like a flea market or antique mall with the various vendors selling old and re-purposed items.  Some sold locally made art and other goods.  It was smaller than expected, but worth the trip.  Just the cool environment and the random signage made it worth it.

We were also drawn by the Art Attack that evening.  It was a little strange because it seemed like there was a bigger crowd earlier for the market and the evening was a little sparse and awkward.  Some of the advertised vendors were gone or closed before the evening even started.  I am not sure if it is not well organized or not well attended or it was just me, but it was hard to figure out where to go to see the art studios and galleries.  We never saw where the outdoor movie screening was happening.  I loved some of the art and artists we managed to find.  I felt sorry for some of the artists who seemed to have gone to much trouble, some even hiring live musicians to play to absurdly sparse crowds.  I don't know anything about the history of this event, but it seemed to have so much unrealized potential.  I enjoyed the creepy sculpture at ArtCore Tattoo (seen below) and Krab Jab StudioMary Tudor is doing some cool stuff and she had a live theremin player.  Not something you see every day!  Another studio had a band and drinks but only 10 or 20 people.  I hope this event is new and really takes off.

The star of the evening was the food.  Being raised in North Carolina, I am automatically an expert in barbeque.  I have a card to prove it.  Look it up.  And while I am good with a grill, in North Carolina, barbeque is not a verb synonymous with cooking on a grill.  Back there barbeque means cooking/smoking pork and adding a sauce that varies depending on where in the state you are from (so even saying "Carolina Barbeque" is meaningless, and South Carolina has their own different sauce entirely).  Now I have traveled the United States a bit, so I have expanded my definition of barbeque to include other meats (and even sometimes use the word as a verb).  I have excellent barbeque outside of North Carolina, especially in Memphis.  However, since I moved to Seattle, I had not had even good barbeque sauce, not to mention barbequed meat.  I had begun to despair.

When we stumbled upon Two Shoe Barbeque, my partner vetoed the idea of even giving them a try.  To be honest, we had come in search of falafel, but Halleva Falafel was closed.  Something about this rough-looking airstream trailer with all the windows open was intriguing.  And when we passed by, the intense smokey-meat smell made my stomach grumble with excitement.  We walked around the block and circled back around to give them a try.  We stepped inside this environment that was retro and current.  A three table restaurant in a trailer.  The walls were covered in thin wooden planks and there was a light fixture running the length of the trailer, a branch of metal pipes poking out here and there with a light bulb.  I already liked the place.

We stepped up to the counter and ordered the smoked chicken sandwich, one of three things on the regular menu (the others being pork and beef).  This is not a place for vegetarians, not that I imagine any would still be reading this at this point.  The main guy was assisted by another guys standing outside of the window and manning the large drum grill.  The main man pulled out a whole smoked chicken with its dark brown skin intact.  He hacked off a chunk of meat and pulled it off of the bone.  He slathered on some sauce and handed me the plate, saying "I gave you too much chicken."  He was that gruff, but loveable guy.  He then asked me if I wanted the "appendage" (leg).  Yes, he gave me more chicken.  My mouth was watering as I hit the table.

The meat was succulent and incredibly flavorful.  The sauce was sweet, but a perfect foil for the smokey chicken.  I was in hog heaven.  I do not even like slaw or potato salad.  (if you were from North Carolina, you might consider that blasphemy), but their side of potatoes and the freshly dressed slaw on the sandwich were delicious.  I love the vibe in Georgetown.  It is an odd combination of homey, edgy, sophisticated, and industrial.  It is the early awkward adolescence of a new neighborhood that should grow up to be a very cool adult.  I cannot wait to return to Georgetown and especially Two Shoes.  They are open Saturday and Wednesday from lunchtime until they run out."  It will be hard to try Hallava Falafel with this place so close by.


  1. This place looks awesome, I am a fan of Airstreams, and my dream is to own one (we will have to visit Seattle then). Your writing about the BBQ sounds great ... and I am a vegetarian !!

  2. This unique idea of small vintage camper business seems like a fun way to peddle your art. Wish we had something like this in Ohio. Could be a great draw, to have the tricked out campers around.