January 2009
15 posts
Döner
Drunken munchies. Cheap dinner. Late night regrets. These are all acceptable descriptions of the döner kebabs sold in shops throughout Spain and other European countries. Although all of my friends in Spain swore by the döner kebab, my skepticism of no-frills stores and unidentifiable meat prevented me from ever indulging. Despite my dislike of the liquor absorbing snacks, I am a little sad to...
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Huh?
“He breakfasted on fertile eggs laid by sexually satisfied chickens that were...”
– Christopher Moore, Coyote Blue
Around the World
Probably the greatest way to learn geography. A few points, though: Since Bud is considered the beer of the US, I have to question to other representative beer. Also, notice how pretty much all of the beers are pilsners? I might have to go into a history lesson (i.e. tasting) about the Czech Republic city of Plzen and its role in the ENTIRE HISTORY OF BEER as we know it today. My biggest question...
Salmon and IPAs
My CityDusk event got pushed back due to lack of sign-ups. We’re getting a lot of new hits on the website daily, but no one seems to be attending the events so we’ll be revamping and rescheduling. Since I took the evening off from work I decided I’d take this rare opportunity to buy a case of beer and make a tropical—and what I think would be Hawaiian—feast in honor of Obama officially becoming...
So what do you do when...
..someone sends you chili brownies in the mail? Well, first you buy a sixer of delicious imperial stout (I’m partial to Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout). Then you prepare a feast for yourself at ten o’clock at night and gorge until all the pork chops are gone and you’ve demolished two bags of brownies. Nothing beats waking up stuffed and a bit groggy while having your kitchen...
Gassy, Painful, and Generally Unpleasant
Do sex and food go together? Check out this video.
Beer for Storing
Thank goodness for Beer Distributors. On my way to the train last night I stopped at the Whole Foods Beer Room on Houston and purchased a few hard-to-find brews I’ve been searching all over for. When I got home dessert was some stinky bleu cheese, honey, almonds, raisins and a bottle of Castelain Biere de Garde. Dinner was a bit of roast turkey but come on, French beer and cheese? You can’t beat...
Beer and Bowling
Want to Own This City?
The Good Ol' Barter System
Just as I was cracking open my midnight snack, a Stone Cat Blonde Ale (a bit on the harsh side by satisfying nonetheless), I came across this article. All I can say is wow. What people would do for some booze and meat. I wonder what kind of beer it was anyways.
Free the Lobsters
Way to go little guy! All it took to save your from your hot, steamy death was 140 years of bottom-feeding life.
Beer with Balls
I just got this email from the Blind Tiger Pub in Manhattan: “…here is a little good news… The Blind Tiger’s Night of the Imperials will be held on Wednesday Jan. 21st at 4:00PM. I haven’t nailed everything down, but I can say that we have at least 17 imperial beers and some amazing cheeses to match…details will be coming soon!” How lovely! Wednesday is...
Liquid Jacket
Every night I brave the weather and walk my dog for a good 30 minutes. As the weather gets colder, it gets more and more difficult for me to bundle up and head outside. Tonight I figured I would utilize the Beer of the Month Club membership my sister got me for Christmas and give myself a liquid jacket. Tonight’s instant jacket is a brew provided by the Pennsylvania Brewing Company in Pittsburgh,...
TIME OUT NEW YORK
This evening I went to a restaurant in Union Square called Republic. It’s a cozy little noodle bar that divides their menu into broths, noodles and vegetarian and serves them in giant, white porcelain bowls. Anyway, my reason for dining out was to meet up with the CityDusk people and discuss events and how everyone was doing. As I was slurping down some Vietnamese noodles and thinking how...
A Social Experiment #1
Today at work I took part in a (sort of) social experiment. This morning while attempting to make my curly mess of hair look like one of the suave Mexicans I work with, I discovered that when I brush my hair straight back I look like a serial killer. Instead of styling my coiffe to the normal style, I kept the I’m-going-to-kill-you look in order to see if diner’s tipping habits are influenced by...