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
Sup homies! Linds B here. A very close human of mine, Ali Clark, took a lovely little trip to Florida for her graduation! Naturally with her being in a part of the U.S. that Marco and I likely will not travel to (for the Cuban sammy challenge at least), we had to ask her to… Continue reading Our search for the perfect Cuban sammy does the ‘Rumba’
In an uncertain world, where Starbucks coffee comes with cancer warning labels and bottled water is hazardous to your health, it's nice to know that some things never change. Eat enough Twinkies, you're gonna die. Same as it's ever been. Why do you think Tallahassee crushed so hard on them in the movie Zombieland? Because he knew… Continue reading The Twinkies Post (Fat Free, Sticky Sweet!)