My pal Evo made the tv news last week on his Brew Diet. This is for SCIENCE! Follow his diet exploits at funanymore.com
Archive of posts filed under the Food category.
Photo 154: Sushi
Awesome sushi I had for lunch at TL’s Four Seasons. To quote @grimm26: “enjoy your phallic mound of wasabi”
Photo 153: We want cake, where’s our cake?
Dad is great…
Photo 140: Southern Fried Bacon
Possible the greatest food created by man.
Photo 138: Wine
Sarah and I ate lunch at Cooper’s Hawk today, it was yummy. I think the red wine made a better photo than the white wine. At the same time, I like the clarity of the image projected through the white wine. And who doesn’t love an endless field of chocolate-covered strawberries.
This is the my second version of this post. The first one I was using a flickr plugin for wordpress, but that experiment went no where. Anyone have a flickr plugin they like? Bonus points if it integrates with the wordpress featured image functionality.
Everything I needed to learn in life I learned from Pop songs
The Bloodhound Gang was right, getting your Waffle House hash browns smothered1 and covered2 is the way to go. (See The Bad Touch.)
In any case, being in Nashville this weekend has allowed me to go to a Waffle House sober for the first time. Since I am a big fan of greasy food, I loved it. And it was very much like I remembered, but I don’t know if I remember ever eating the food there. I’m sure I did, but I just don’t remember. Alcohol could be helping there too.
Here’s a picture of the grill in action, for no reason at all.
The Gyro Melt
After weeks of telling me that I should go, I finally gave into Liz’s demands and tried out the gyro melt at CND Gyros at 205 E. Grand Ave. Basically, it was a patty melt (which is NOTHING like a cheeseburger, Ian!) with gyro meat. It may be one of the best things I’ve had all month.
True, I’m not getting out much, but it was pretty damn good. It is now dangerous for me to have the knowledge of the gyro melt, as I now crave it and it will cause me to gain the weight.
Image courtesy of The Gyros Project: Featuring the Gyros Signs of Chicago
Everything is better fried… and with bacon
Beer Battered Deep Fried Bacon Double Quarter Pounder
Really, the name of the link says it all. I stand in awe, also, in hunger.
You love the Red Sox, but have they ever loved you back?
Last night, Sarah and I watched Fever Pitch. The movie was a light romantic comedy and was entertaining. It has Jimmy Fallon as an insane RedSox fan and his relationship with a woman and how the two mix and match, or don’t as the case may be.
Anyway, a lot of the movie takes place in Fenway Park, among other baseball stadiums. I’m glad I saw this movie at home as the repeated scenes of people eating hot dogs and drinking beer got to me. I had to drink a beer while watching the movie. I’m still craving a hotdog, but I can solve that today at lunch.
I have no problem admitting it
I am a giant sandwich fetishist.