Seattle Times:
The Crocodile is back — and in fine form. The iconic rock club opened officially Saturday night with Hot Buttered Rum, after closing suddenly back in December. It may still be called the Crocodile (sans the “Café” that no one used anyway), but it’s a completely different animal now. Gone is the annoying pole that blocked a clear view to the stage. Gone also are the cafe setting and the stools. But inside, the Croc looks like an artist loft, with deep-red-painted walls, where old posters from concerts from the club’s formidable years now hang. Also, the bathrooms are not like any nightclub I know — completely clean, painted white with shiny white tiles. I wonder how long that will last.