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[September 12th, 2007] The name reeks of west-side money, but Nob Hill Bar and Grill (937 NW 23rd Ave., 274-9616) perseveres as an old-school neighborhood watering hole in a ’hood that went ahead and got all posh. You’ll find no trendy clothes in Nobby’s, unless nurses’ scrubs become the next hipster affectation—the staff of Legacy Good Samaritan Hospital often pops in around midnight for a bag of food to go. The bar boasts the “best burger in town” (and it is delicious), but the treasure of the menu is the chicken club sandwich: a battered breast with thick bacon and tangy honey mustard ($6). When the televisions aren’t displaying Keno results, they’re tuned to ESPN; this is the best spot to watch sports on Trendy-Third, and tables are regularly reserved for softball leagues. The mood has been muted since the Mariners went into their late-season meltdown (“Oh, no” has been regularly and repeatedly muttered.) But it’s nothing a $2.50 pint—and football season—can’t cure.
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