Tuesday, July 31, 2007
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Monday, July 30, 2007
I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise to me that a man that spent an hour every night chain smoking on national television has died. But it is still a kick in the nuts anytime an icon of my youth passes -- especially on the heals of Marvin Zindler's death.
This colortini is for you, Tom.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
The other thing that struck me -- and strikes me whenever I venture out to the Mid Cities -- is how fucking far that place is. Good Christ what was I thinking. Kris10, if you're still reading this, thank you for putting up with that ass beating drive.
- The Old Monk: I get it with 5 County cheese, bacon and jalapenos.
- Twisted Root Burger Co.: Yup even after one try it ranks this high
- Snuffers (Greenville): The Old Monk has better Loaded Cheese Fries too. So suck it.
- Lakewood Landing: How did I forget this perfection of beef and cheese.
- The Libertine
- Kincaids: A bit overrated, but it's still real good.
- The Hole in the Wall: A greasy mound of greasy goodness.
- Burger House: There signature spice holds this place back. It's too much.
- Fudruckers: Giant burger piled high with pico de gallo.
- Keller's Drive In
Friday, July 27, 2007
Somehow last week I lost my camera. It was either stolen out of my car -- the last place I remember it being, or it was misplaced while cleaning my house for Dara's party. Either way, I needed a camera for Matt's wedding and for other blog pix. So I bought the latest version of the camera I lost: the Samsung NV11.
I'm sure now that I have the new camera, the old one will miracously show up. So if anyone out there would like a Samsung NV10 with a 1gig memory card, let me know.
But seriously folks. One of the benefits of getting laid off from Nortel beyond the mere benefit of not having to work at Nortel anymore, is they set you up with Right Management. This is a company who's goal is to train and counsel me so I can move forward to the appropriate next step in my career. So I guess they're paying for my penile lengthening and body waxing for my desired porn-star gig.
But seriously folks. The first step is a career assessment test they call the Birkman First Look. And it peered into my dark soul and discovered that I should be a programmer. Gee. Thanks.
My results will be explained and analyzed in a meeting I have on Monday. So stay tuned.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
This shit is fucking Highlarryass.
My favorite bit:
Like cigars, anal sex and running for President, scotch has somehow become something certain kinds of women claim to like. This is the polar phenomenon to men treating themselves like Barbie Ken dolls with the waxing and the expensive haircuts and the open-toed shoes with jeans and the generally having the vagina. (Three years. That's how long it'll be before men can get surgery to get monthly periods.) The truth about scotch-drinking women is that you probably don't have to get them drunk to get them in the sack. By the time you've sat down, they've already decided if they're going to sleep with you or not. Ask them to be gentle (though they hate gentle men).
Works Best For: Women who like to act like men. Also trannies
Let's start with what's not so great. The regular fries were just OK. The Libertine's garlic fries are the current gold standard for fries. And these don't come close. They're a good fry, but I would not get them again. The really disappointing part was the sweet potato fries. First, they were really chips. I was expecting fries like I've had at The Alchemist. Secondly, they had a sprinkling of cinnamon sugar on them. WHAT!!! NO!!. Sweet potato fries should be savory. How about some chipotle salt? That would be great. Alex did prefer the sweet potato over the regular, though.
The chocolate shake was just OK as well. Yes, it was better than a Frosty. But they didn't have strawberry. And that's my shake flavor of choice.
But this place is all about the burger. I mean it's right there in its name. The meat is perfectly cooked with a slight saltiness. And the bacon, oh the bacon, was quintessential smokey perfection.
So on my next trip, and there will be a next trip, I'm going to skip the fries and shake and just get the burger. I don't want to lose my girlish figure, ya know.
Oh, and by the way, this meal was not cheap. This whole meal cost $15 plus $2 for parking.
2615 Commerce St. / Dallas, TX 75226
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
And The Jester earned himself a special prize for being both the Angel and the Devil on my shoulder that night. He was good and wise enough to cab me home when it was apparent that the street I was wrestling with was not going to be choked out easily no matter how hard I tried. I've got some nice scrapes on my right knee and left elbow from it all. Never in 17 years of Ultimate have I ever had such nice layout badges of courage.
But then he comes back to my house to see how I'm doing. Observing that I had rallied and sobered up fairly quickly thanks to eLoad, he decided that there could be no better way to cap off a night of falling-down-drunkenness than than one-on-one beer pong. I'm not even sure we finished the last game because there are still 2 cups with beer on the table.
So I am hereby giving up drinking. I'm tired of the hangovers, the blahs, the just plain tiredness of it all. And one can still have fun without drinking, right? Right???
Oh, and for those interested, Martipalooza will be August 18.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
And while it was nice to strap the cleats back on (am I putting them on wrong????), the highlight of the evening was heading down to the Bachman Lake's foremost divebar -- Club Schmitz. This place has everything you want in a dive: beer that's cold, cheap and yellow, food that's greasy and often fried in oil last changed when LBJ was a Senator, and a big-haired ornery waitress whose name may or may not be Flo. And it is the waitress that is the real treat at Club Schmitz. She always makes sure to leave you with the impression that she has something far more important to do than take your order of grilled cheese and onion rings.
So if you're in need of a beer, greasy food and a waitress with attitude and in the Love Field area, stop by. You'll be glad you did. Flo won't be glad, but you will.
Oh, and they have tater-tots. Which is nice.
9661 Denton Dr, Dallas, TX
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I bring this up because I had to take Lidia to her parent's house in Sachse so she could get her motorbike. Turning north on SH 78 (aka Garland Road for those living on the other side of White Rock Lake) from the Bush, we passed several miles of what appeared to be freshly minted suburban sprawl. After I dropped her off, I took a little road trip up 78 all the way to Farmersville to see how far north the sprawl travels. I can report that the general sprawl stops, for now, in Levon just south of Farmersville. But I doubt that will be the case in a year.
This was all very interesting to me after having read this article on Unfair Park the day before.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
It's a nice little place that was fairly busy for a 9pm on a Tuesday. The main dining room was half filled and the patio only had a couple of empty tables, which made sense since it was a nice night out especially with their cooling misters.
I started with the Tropical Roll appetizer consisting of Shrimp, Snow Crab Meat, Mango, Jicama, Vermicelli and Lettuce Rolled in Rice Paper, served with Peanut Sauce. The roll itself was tasty but the peanut sauce could have been a little spicier for my taste. For my main dish I ordered the Hot and Spicy Pork with Baby Bamboo Shoots, Carrots and Onions. This was good with a nice spicy kick. The meal was big enough to take home half for lunch the next day.
Half way through the meal an interloper sat down at the table next to us on the patio. Anyone who has spent a Thursday night at the Blarney Stone would recognize him as the old, skinny, often shirtless, belligerent bum that stalks lower Greenville. The manager quickly came out to get him to leave but the bum merely barked -- and I'm not being metaphoric, he actually barked -- back at the manager. A few minutes later he stumbled off of the patio and back to his homeless oblivion.
Overall the food was good, but nothing special. I would like to go back and try some other items as there were several other items on the menu that sounded good.
3211 Oak Lawn Avenue, Dallas, Texas 75219
Monday, July 16, 2007
To minimize my wait, I got to PrimaCare this morning, at 8am -- right when it opens. However there were already 5 people ahead of me. So i was not placed in a room until 8:55. There I sat for 15 minutes waiting for a someone to take my blood. In the previous 3 times I went, the test results came back in less than 5 minutes. This time, however, I waited at least 25 minutes for the PA to come in and tell me I'm back to normal. So I finally left at just about 9:50am. And this is not atypical. My first visit lasted almost 3 hours.
I am convinced that there are businesses who's primary purpose is to make you wait. They somehow collect our lifeforce through unseen lifeforce collectors and sell our lifeforce to the super rich like Warren Buffet. PrimaCare clearly has this business model. And I think most car dealers do as well.
So, you may be wondering, why IHOP? Well there are several reasons 1) It is a baseline of sorts for breakfast -- generic corporate coffee shop food. 2) As a child, it was always a treat to go to IHOP on a Saturday or Sunday morning. Is it still a treat??? 3) I had to go to PrimaCare this morning and IHOP is right across the street. So, really, #3 is the prevailing reason. But we had to start somewhere.
Is it still a treat, I asked above. Uhm, well, not so much. I love French Toast, so I went with their Vive Le French Toast combo platter. This comes with an egg (scrambled) and bacon (mmmmmmmm bacon).
The french toast was fairly flavorless. With only a light dusting of powdered sugar, I had to apply the "maple" syrup to get some flavor. I'm not a fan of syrup on french toast, so this is a last resort. The scrambled egg was slightly above room temperature and pretty much tasted like a scrambled egg. The bacon was crisp and perfectly smokey. It was definitely the highlight of the breakfast.
Let's now talk coffee. Starbuck's has raised the bar on what passes for coffee these days. Everyone is offering better coffee. McDonalds, Dunkin Donuts, 7-11 all are positioning themselves as having superior coffee. And I get the impression that many places think that good coffee equals roasting the bejesus out of the beans. At least that's what the coffee at IHOP tasted like. There was no subtlety, just a strong almost overroasted taste. The coffee was ok. But I'll stick with m k-cups.
Overall, this is food best eaten at 2:30am after a long night of drinking. But Cuquita's is not that far away. So, go there instead.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The first thing that caught my attention at Trivia Night was the emcee. This dude was a Danny Bayless starter-kit (producer of the Hardline, bassist of Sorta). OK, I get it. You're in a band. But for chrissake, you're my age -- enough with the Rock&Roll hair already.
Useless Stuff I learned:
- Neetsfoot oil is made from the shins and hooves of cattle and is use to condition leather. I also learned that there is something called neestfoot oil.
- There are mosquitoes in New Hampshire.
- Japan has a space program.
Major kudos to Glenn for pulling Billy Bob Thorton out of his ass on the question "Who won the best screenplay Oscar in 1997 in a movie he stared and directed." He also thinks I should "prop" him for his "Moonchild" answer. But I didn't understand the question, and I have no idea what it refers to, so I'm witholding my "prop" for now. Oh and Glenn, sorry for calling your co-worker a whore.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
So you can all officially start hating me............... NOW.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Glenn thought it would be a good idea, since the weather has been so crappy, to take a road trip for some indoor fun. Since I've spent much of the past week sick in bed, I jumped a the opportunity.
Having never been there before I don't know if this is a normal occurrence or if there was something special about the 7-7-7 date, but this place was packed -- nut-to-butt. For those taking the GREs some time soon, this place is to dreary what the sun is to hot. This place is truly dreadful. It's as if someone transported Circus-Circus to Oklahoma, turned off half the lights and filled it with a less classy clientele but 100% more smoke. When I got home I walked by my smoke alarm and it blared instantly, and it doesn't even have a battery in it.
So what makes this "casino" the last place you should ever go to gamble. Three reasons:
- NO BOOZE. How the mother of holy fuck do you put a casino in a place you can't even buy that abomination of 3.2 beer they have in OK? I thought it was crazy that there was a 2am "last call" at Foxwoods. It's real simple math: BOOZE + GAMBLING = HUGEPROFIT$. So, instead of booze, we see an ocean of sullen people smoking and sipping Dr Pepper.
- 50¢ Ante for each hand of Blackjack: Apparently this an Oklahoma law, according to one dealer. Otherwise, I suspect, it's their way of making up for all the booze induced bad decisions people make at real casinos. I mean, if you're drunk enough, you'll do dumb shit like split 10s.
- NO BOOZE.
In addition to the 3 casinos making up the Winstar, there was also a large smoke free poker room and bingo room. Additionally, there was an enclosed area in one of the casinos that housed the horse race book (no sports book). The horse race book and an unusual aroma that caused Meghan to remark that it smelled better at Lone Star Park. And there's fresh horseshit there.
Overall, I did have a good time. I won $35 (which would have been closer to $60 if not for tipping and those antes). But I think Lonestar Park or Shreveport are better options for semi-local gambling.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
570 Kinderkamack Road, River Edge, NJ
But White Manna is better, fresher and more entertaining. Like the White Castle and Krystal, these are tiny hamburgers. Only White Manna uses fresh hamburger rather than frozen. Also, grilled onions are atop each burger rather than semi-reconstituted onion like substance. Each burger is grilled to perfection on a remarkably small grill. It is here where the magic really happens. You place your hamburer order, and your hamburger order only, with the grill chef. If you want fries, drinks or other item -- of which there are few on the menu -- you place it with the other workers in the restaurant. Amazingly the grill chef can remember everyone's order.
And be sure to have your ducks in a row when you do order. There is a Soup Nazi vibe to the place. But it is all worth it.
358 River StreetHackensack, NJ
Monday, July 2, 2007
If you ever find yourself in Woodridge, NJ -- and I don't know why you would -- and you want a nice slice of pie, then you have to make a stop at DiAmici. I mean look a this slice.
Makes your mouth water, doesn't it??
Sunday, July 1, 2007
My flight to Newark left from the new Terminal-D at DFW. I checked the AA website before I left and it said I was leaving from C30. So, of course, I parked at Terminal-C. I got there and the flight had been moved to D16. So not only did I get to see the new terminal but I got to use the new SkyLink people mover. These are special times we live in.
In other travel related news, I am reporting that Sue from Survivor:Borneo and Survivor:All Stars was on my plane and sat in the row in front of me. I'm not 100% sure. But it sure did look and, more importantly, sound just like her.
Also sitting in the row in front of me was, what I have since learned through the miracle of Wikipedia, a monk of the Syriac Orthodox Church. His strange garb, long ungroomed beard and middle eastern looks quickly had me rolling up magazines so that I might later save the plane from this obvious terrorist. Then he turned around and I saw that he was wearing a cross and I let out a "Oh thank Christ!!".