People who make green eggs and ham like this should be able to bake bread, cakes, and cookies that make you swoon.

People who make green eggs and ham like this should be able to bake bread, cakes, and cookies that make you swoon. BTW, Hi-Lo's will be closed from Sept. 7 to 21 to make some repairs.

Over my usual plate (above, 7 seconds in) at Hi-Lo’s 15th Street Cafe this afternoon, my lady and I were let in on what the crew has planned for the space formerly occupied by Luigi’s Bakery, vacant since Luigi’s death in May. Heidi and Lowell Yoxsimer, who own Hi-Lo’s and the Luigi space between them and the neighborhood bodega, are opening The 15th Street Bakery.

“It’s gonna be like artisan bread, kind of similar to what Luigi was doing,” Lowell told me this evening, “but we’re definitely not going to try to mimic that.”

Do look for lots of pies — miniature and full sized — cakes, muffins, and various specialty items.

“We’re looking at doing a lot more special order kind of stuff,” he said. “We’ve got a lot of people asking for gluten free, sugar free…”

Because of the way the bathroom is set up, Lowell says they’ll only be able to sell retail — read: no tables or silverware — but that loitering will be allowed, particularly in the space’s hallway that Heidi has plans to showcase local CDs and art.

Lowell hopes to have the bakery open between October 1 and 15. We’ll keep ya posted.

P.S. Hi-Lo’s will be closed from Sept. 7 to 21 for repairs. I’m sure The Family Pancake House will be open and serving banana splits.

Shepherd actually has I Like Mike buttons made, but I forgot to take a picture of one at breakfast. My bad.

Shepherd actually has I Like Mike buttons made, but I forgot to take a picture of one at breakfast. My bad.

The celebrity profile canon is rife with omelet anecdotes and edible metaphors from journalists grasping for the reveling and enduring in their hour with the rich and famous. But Mike Shepherd is not a celebrity. He’s a veteran of Bremerton City Council, a $12,000-a-year gig he’s held since 1997. And if gets his way in November, he’ll be our next mayor ($117,671). If he gets his way at breakfast, he’ll get an English muffin.

The latter proved to be no problem Sunday morning at West Bremerton’s Hi-Lo’s 15th Street Cafe. But before he takes the mayor’s office and its $100 view, Shepherd has to convince Bremerton voters that Cary Bozeman, the man who presided over the construction of a new convention center, fountain park, and waterfront condos doesn’t deserve another four years.
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All illustrations by Jessica Randklev

All illustrations by Jessica Randklev

What’s wrong with the Island’s youth? You’ve got a lot of nerve, Logger.

I should be asking you the same thing about your up-and-comers. But, I’ll get to that in a second.

Standing guard in front of Safeway has been an Island tradition for generations, er, at least the generations here only long enough to not remember a time before McDonald’s and the rape of the land at the hands of Southern California. Call these kids what you want–truants, delinquents, leeches–they’re all training for one thing: a move to Bremerton. I understand they’d fit in well there. I mean, it doesn’t take a high school education to break one’s leg evading the heat, does it? How much time in physics class must one put in to take off one’s pants in public? How many liquid lunches from a paper bag must one consume until a tunnel is a better idea than a brew pub?

I must ask you, Logger, what the hell is the deal with Bremerton kids and those masks? Twice now I’ve seen kids — I’m only assuming, as their faces have been obscured. But, would a grown man/woman really don a mask in public in March? Sorry, forgot whom I was addressing. — with rather frightening white masks with dark markings around Rob’s Quick Stop near the north end of Callow. How can you explain this behavior, “bro”?

OK, yes, you’ve probably deducted from the previous paragraph that I visit Bremerton on occasion. For a thick-skulled has-been of the forrest, you really do have a talent for observation. You see, during my time in the Navy I developed an affinity for McGavin’s Pink Champagne Cake, and consequently am forced to visit Callow, er “Little Fremont” on occasion. It’s not because I like the Moon Biscuits at the Hi-Lo or anything.

Winslow