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Rise up from the Hashes

“I, uh, I’ll have the corned beef Hash, please”. Those were the last words spoken before my democracy of American breakfast surrendered to its singular almighty ruler.

Once upon a podcast hosted by two heavy-weight Asian gourmands and a world class bread baker, came haunting whispers in my consciousness …. “Boboli…wedge sandwich..mayonnaise…tomatoes…pickles…”. Every day started with a craving for sandwiches echoing the regularity of “I Got You Babe” in Ground Hog’s Day. I have not been to the Boboli heavens, from which thisContinue reading “Deli Scented Madness”

Thee Bite: We Meet Again Old Friend

Spending time with your parents as a fifteen year old can really bore the shit out of you. While family vacations are always well intentioned, a long weekend in a touristy as all hell beach town can be less than ideal by teenage standards.. I suppose if cowboy boots and hat boutiques, overpriced kite shops,Continue reading “Thee Bite: We Meet Again Old Friend”

News, Goons & Squiggle Tubes

I don’t know if you follow the news, but uhhhh… Is anyone else craving calamari lately? Is it just my appetite that transmogrifies the name of a certain Goon’s Goon, Mathew Calamari, into a mental cloud suspended by cravings for squiggly tentacle bits and tubular goodies. For those afflicted similarly, I ascribe the following remedyContinue reading “News, Goons & Squiggle Tubes”

Il Cinque Formaggi; An Awkward Moment of Pizza and Hapaness

Service was over. Another brunch, another dolla. This service I’d deem agreeable, but what made it a moment to celebrate, besides knowing staff drinks were reportedly on their way, was that the solar eclipse of pizzas was seconds away from hitting the staff meal table. Two worlds colliding between when two menus, each changed daily andContinue reading “Il Cinque Formaggi; An Awkward Moment of Pizza and Hapaness”

All Hopped Up on Balls

I don’t know any other way. At this point, when it comes to making meatballs, beer is a must. As gross as it is to fondle a cold pint with hands tacky from getting totally spherical with a harmoniously seasoned pile of meat, bread crumb, and the varied DNA of any great meatball, I makeContinue reading “All Hopped Up on Balls”

You follow? The Genesis: “Where did he come from? Where did he go? Who dressed this salad? Cheese Fantastico. I was one of the lucky ones. To grow up in a family where eating delicious food was a fairly important part of keeping morale high. It was ludicrous thinking to us all that food wasContinue reading