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December 8, 2008 In Uncategorized

No raw sugar!?

Bfast this morning at Penny Cluse in Burlington, VT was good. A scrambled egg and white cheddar cheese sandwich on crispy and buttery sourdough is what I opted for. The rest of our table was filled with corn muffins, biscuits, chunky home fries, and huevos rancheros. YUM. 
This place is usually always packed, but being a Monday morning with the temperature at 1 degree (Brrrr…) left a few seats empty and ready to welcome us, along with a group of friendly and smiley hippie waitresses. The floors were wet and muddy from snow, and that fantastic chill, Vermonter relaxed mood made me happy. Too bad it is so effin cold there in the winter I could never hack it for more than a visit.  
At least I have this perfect spot to warm and fill me up when I’m there! Now if they could just stock some raw sugar for my coffee…

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December 8, 2008 In Uncategorized

And then the eggs came…

(Yes- a lot of the titles I write will be my own randomness, or inside jokes you may not get. Just roll with it, they are funny-trust me.)

So I returned home from a wedding and tour around India about a week ago. 

Wow.
I am sure I will have plenty more stories and images to share from this trip, but I wanted to start with this one for a laugh. It is a camel approaching a toll booth, on a highway next to our bus, along with cars, bikes, scooters, rickshaws with a guy (see the dangling legs?) riding along.
 
Yes. Really. Oh- and there is SO much more…
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November 15, 2008 In Uncategorized

The Pizza Nazi

You’ve been here, you just don’t remember because you had too many car-bombs. Downtown Richmond, cash only, NY style pizza?…It’s the pizza joint at 18th and Main. 

If you ever been here sober, you might find it offensive and never step foot inside again. I find it entertaining whether I am drunk or sober and choose ignore the filth. 

Plan on having your money ready and don’t ask any questions. Pay, eat and get the hell out. That’s the style and it’s great. Time is money for these guys and when a hundred drunks are in line-they aren’t screwing around with any chit-chat.
Here’s a sign they have up. Check your attitude at the door, or your pie could get pricey.
You tell me where else at 2am you can buy a lighter, a condom, a hot slice of pizza, fight a crowd to get pissy service and possibly get puked on-all within 30 seconds. 
It’s charming really.
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November 14, 2008 In Uncategorized

Chocolate by the bald man

I think Max Brenner and I were separated at birth, so I am wondering how one of his chocolate fantasy land shops has been in NYC, and I have not heard about him or his shop until now. This place is like kryptonite for chocolate lovers. As in- you’d go weak at the knees and stare at the menu for hours trying to decide what to order, while random customers (including me) would wander around trying to actually lick the air.

There are Alice in Wonderland quotes on the website (that is a must for perusing) for that perfect match to the theme of fantasy along with e-chocolate that gets sent to you when you send them an email message. (Tell me that’s not the cutest thing you ever gotten from another website before.)
Not only do the menu selections look like they could redefine “smack yo mamma good”, but you can drink their delectable looking hot chocolate in The Hug Mug. A mug specially designed to hug with two hands while drinking, so it “creates the ultimate drinking experience of coziness warmth and fragrance.” 

Oh my god.


One way ticket to NYC please. Final destination? Chocolate Neverland.
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November 13, 2008 In Uncategorized

What Parachute?

You know those days you have when you think; What the hell should I do for the rest of my life? Well, I think that pretty much everyday. That’s why I write this blog babble. I figure at some point someone might drop me a hundred bucks, offer me a book deal/super modeling contract, or expose me as the worst writer ever. Then I could be famous or something. (Yes, laugh here) Either way I’m just putting it all out there. Why the hell not? Please. Be entertained.

Here’s an interesting little test/exercise to try when you are having one of these days. It just might revive those old thoughts you had about opening up a cupcake shop. 
Hey! Maybe that’s what I’ll do!

What color is my parachute? It depends on the day of the week. I have to keep it interesting…
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November 9, 2008 In Uncategorized

A delicious lid it was

If you’re feeling like Tapas and Sangria-hit up La Tasca next time you are in Old Town Alexandria, VA. The food and drink were de-lish-but even more fun? The story of Tapas that La Tasca has on their menu. I like it:

Tapas means lid, or cover in Spanish. At the end of a long work day, farmers and laborers would go to local ‘tascas’ for a well-earned drink, on top they’d find a piece of bread to protect it from the flies. Little by little the innkeeper would place things on top of the bread such as cured meats and sausage as an accompanying snack. This edible lid was the start of tapas as we know them today.
How cool? There’s your fun fact for the day!
My favorite eats at this spot were Pan a la Catalana (toasted bread topped with chopped garlic and tomato) and Patatas Bravas (deep fried potatoes in a spicy sauce.) And of course the Queso Manchego with olive oil and fresh tomato. YUM!
I’ll take another Sangria please…
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November 9, 2008 In Uncategorized

Just like on prom night


I Had a good ol’ diner breakfast at the Amphora today. A friend used to frequent this place in high school 18 years ago between parties, after prom and at all hours of the night. She said it hadn’t changed a bit. This 24/7 spot was chucked full of all the goodies you get at a diner that’s open all night, like home made pastries lining all the counters, tons of locals, a huge menu and those fabulous hideous booths and light fixtures you can’t help but love and get all nostalgic about.

YUM. French toast coated in cinnamon. Slurp it up at Amphora.
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November 9, 2008 In Uncategorized

F*ck O’ the Irish?

Went to O’Connell’s in Old Town Alexandria, VA this weekend with a huge group of people and heard more F-bombs than in an episode of Sopranos. I had a perfect perch at the bar and could see and hear everything.

A random Scottish guy told the Irish bartender to F*ck off out of nowhere and for no reason at all. (I think simply to hear it back and listen to his accent, or just be an idiot.) 5 minutes later, another guy came up to the bar essentially to throw the big F around a time or twelve, just like the first guy; for no reason whatsoever.  Bizarre. Perhaps I was drunk and misunderstood that it’s a given that as soon you walk into an Irish Pub you should start cursing just to get in the mood to drink stout. Either way the scene was great. Hilarious.
O’Connell’s has sort of 2 1/2 floors, and different rooms/areas to drink, dine and throw around the F-bomb, along with a great rooftop patio off the second floor bar, and some good-looking eats . 
I’d go again for sure. Check it out-just cover the kids ears.
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