Of all the things that are too short, I don't happen to think life is one of 'em. Coffee breaks are too short. Shirts too. Kit Kat bars? Definitely too short. And Vera Farmiga nude scenes . . much too short. But the idea that tacos dare trespass our gullets on a Shakespearean tragedy level… Continue reading Love . . Actually
Remember that "Tastiest Taco" challenge me and Linds were supposed to embark on several months back? Yeah well, fuck tacos . . that's what happened to that challenge. Because, Cuban sandwiches seem to drop out of the sky in meat and potatoes Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Tacos? Not so much. Our doomed journey began with a… Continue reading Doomed Journeys, Beer Logic and Stealing Home
We all justify our shit. Some of us do it for sporting reasons, as we don't want to let our opponent (us) sense our weakness. Because that is, after all, anathema to any competitive endeavor worth suiting up for. And self analysis isn't simply a sport, it's a collision sport . . sprinkled in therapy… Continue reading Food (For Mindless) Thought
Woodstock isn't a destination, it's a state of mind. Every morning feels like Sunday, every afternoon like Saturday and every evening feels like church. There is a unique charm to the jagged little town built into the side of the Catskill Mountains. Its quirky architecture and funky colored Victorians tell stories without saying a word.… Continue reading Three Days In Woodstock
I've always loved running in the rain. When I find myself inside a particularly robust storm, my arms and legs feel connected to the dense anvils of cold dust and flaming vapor that transform the skies into a heavenly spout. The basic algebra of my exertions acquaint themselves with a canvas straight out of Caravaggio's… Continue reading Three Days In Woodstock
Seeing as how the search for the perfect Cuban sandwich was such a tasty success, me and Linds B will be diving back into another "Search" series in the near future. Our next adventure? Tacos. Figuring out the next food choice wasn't easy . . . there were countless hours of painstaking research that went… Continue reading Coming Soon: The Next Chapter in our tasty “Search” series . . .
With apologies to W.C. Fields, it had to be Philadelphia. Over the last several months, our search for the perfect Cubano saw me and Linds B make our way through a solidly righteous collection of foodie towns from Harrisburg and Reading to Lancaster and Elizabethtown. But when we decided it was high time to… Continue reading Running the “Philly Special” in our Search for the perfect Cuban sandwich