Lemme tell you about my buddy, Tim. He’s Canadian-Canadian, synonymous for kind. Loves animals. Adores hockey. And he owns Seattle’s first-ever hockey bar, in what I’d argue is Seattle’s last true neighborhood that still vibes the way the entire city once did.
I first wrote about Tim Pipes and his bar, The Angry Beaver, last May, while getting swept up in Seattle Kraken mania like the rest of the locals. I covered one game from atop a barstool, writing about the electric scene and hockey fever in a football city. But I was drawn more to Tim, his life and story and country song existence the past few years. He started the bar for the right reasons, because he wanted to find a watering hole where he could catch games played by his beloved Maple Leafs. His bar tethered many disparate souls to the game he loved. He filled every inch of every wall with memorabilia, until experiencing The Angry Beaver felt like going to a hockey museum, only with Caesar Bloody Mary’s and poutine flights and screens all over the place showing games.
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