Awesome sushi I had for lunch at TL’s Four Seasons.  To quote @grimm26: “enjoy your phallic mound of wasabi”

Dad is great…

Possible the greatest food created by man.

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.

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.

1. smothered with onions
2. covered with cheese

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

Really, the name of the link says it all.  I stand in awe, also, in hunger.

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. 

There’s really not much more to say than that.

The joint is on the ground floor of the National Association of Realtors building, and when you walk outside you can see the Capitol dome.

The association’s headquarters is in Chicago, and the Goat has been sitting in the belly of its building at 430 N. Michigan since 1964.

“They were the first people we thought of when we put up this building,” said association spokesman Lucien Salvant. Sen. Dick Durbin (D-Ill.) will cut the ribbon and speak at Monday’s grand opening, as will association executive vice president and CEO Terry McDermott and president Al Mansell.

Cheezborgers for all as Goat debuts in D.C.

One of the Chicago Goat’s employees, early morning grill man Spiro Sarivasilis, was flown in for the occasion and entertained Monday’s crowd by crowing the Goat’s legendary spiel: “Cheezborger, cheezborger! No fries … chips! No Pepsi … Coke.”

Well, that explains where Spiro has been. My fried egg, cheese (cheeze?), and ham just weren’t the same.

Bacon-fried corn
Preparation time: 20 minutes
Cooking time: 15 minutes
Yield: 4 servings

• 9 stripgs bacon, diced
• 1 large onion, chopped
• Kernels from 5 medium ears of corn, about 4 cups
• 1 red bell pepper, seeded, chopped
• 1 tablespoon minced fresh parsley
• 1 tablespoon milk
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• Freshly ground pepper

1. Cook the bacon in a large skillet over medium heat until crisp, about 5 minutes; remove bacon with a lotted spoon to a paper-towel lined pan. Pour off all but 2 tablespoons of the fat.
2. Add the onion to the skillet; cook, stirring often, until crisp-tender, about 4 minutes. Add corn and bell pepper. Cook, stirring often, until corn is crisp-tender, about 3 minutes. Stir in the parsley, milk, salt and pepper to taste. Garnish with bacon pieces.

Nutrition information per serving:

• calories: 216
• calories from fat: 36%
• fat: 9g
• saturated fat: 2g
• cholesterol: 16mg
• carbohydrates: 26g
• protein: 11g
• sodium: 624mg
• fiber: 4g

Anyway, I had some thoughts related to the taste, but I’ve been too busy the past few days to follow up with them. Luckily, Nick went there as well and had many of the same thoughts.

To add to Nick’s thoughts:

I noticed some of the same things he did. It seems to be getting a little worse in the non-sensicle taste portions each year.

And while I love going on the 3rd, I have to say this past wednesday 6/29, was perfect for lunch. Fairly low attendence so we were able to get in, get tickets immediately, and never had to wait for food.

My find of the taste was the taste portion at Robinson’s ribs. It was a full link of italian sausage slathered in BBQ sauce and in a bun. On a normal day, that’s pretty close to a full lunch for me.

There’s a joke in here somewhere about committing cheeseburgers, I’m just not sure what it is.

Pa. Eatery Offers New 15-Pound Burger

The burger war is growing. Literally. Denny’s Beer Barrel Pub, which lost its crown as the home of the world’s biggest burger earlier this year, is now offering a new burger that weighs a whopping 15 pounds.

Dubbed the Beer Barrel Belly Buster, the burger comes with 10.5 pounds of ground beef, 25 slices of cheese, a head of lettuce, three tomatoes, two onions, a cup-and-a-half each of mayonnaise, relish, ketchup, mustard and banana peppers – and a bun.

Over the weekend I was at the mall and Dr. Pepper had a big booth giving out free cans of Diet Dr. Pepper and Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper. I’m a big fan of Diet Dr. Pepper, so I thought I’d give its new cousin a try.

I was a bit leery because I think Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper has too many modifiers as part of its name. My fears were unfounded. Its a bit sweeter tasting then I’d like to have everyday but the cherry and vanilla flavors really compliment the taste of Dr. Pepper.

If you like Dr. Pepper, you’ll probably like this. If you don’t like Dr. Pepper, this isn’t going to make you like it.

FYI, I’m experimenting in this post with using the WPGallery plug-in.

Today I ask for a moment of silence, my brothers and sisters in mass alcohol consumption, because on my way to the train today I noticed large FOR RENT signs in the windows of the establishment now formerly known as Bud’s. Rubbing my eyes, I looked again, and they were still there, but this time I also noticed that the sign board was devoid of message.

There is a yellow 8.5×11 sheet of paper taped on one the doors which probably has a message of thanks for the years Bud’s existed, or at least a “sorry, we’re closed for good!” As I had 4 minutes to catch the train, I didn’t stop to read it, but I will on the way home and try to take a picture with my phone.

If they died due to missing a large influx of cash each Tuesday or because their service and beer selection just went into the shitter, we may never know. But please, I beg, a moment of silence for an establishment that: gave us food when we were hungry; that reserved our corner 99% of the time; that let us master darts; that thought were were thespians; that gave us the centurion club to finish over and over; that saw Brian White drink said club faster than any man in history; that saw a beer tab and tip much larger than 4 men should reasonably create; that gave us waitresses who were, after training by us, without parallel; that taught us it was a bad night when “(beer + liquor) > food” evaluated to false; that gave us shelter in times of peace and times of strife; and, most importantly of all, that gave us alcohol when we were sober.

In any case, I think I need to travel to Mulligan’s two have two of the specials on their menu that are mentioned in the news article. Both of these stir up feelings of revulsion and hunger.

The “Hamdog”: a hot dog wrapped by a beef patty that’s deep fried, covered with chili, cheese and onions and served on a hoagie bun. Oh yeah, it’s also topped with a fried egg and comes with two fistfuls of fries.

the “Luther Burger”: a bacon-cheeseburger served on a Krispy Kreme doughnut.

[Update: Fark also had a thread on the Hamdog. Thanks to the forums I was directed to an article with pictures at Consumption Junction. The ads on that page are totally NSFW, you have been warned.]

To compare it to its Wheeling cousin its definitely a more formal atmosphere. The food, most importantly the rolls, are just as good as the original. The menu is different, so it took me a bit to decide what I wanted to eat. I decided on the Louisiana-style fried catfish. It was great. I also had a nice Goose Island Honker’s Ale and stuffed myself on the garlic rolls.

As pointed out to me by Jordan, according to this article on Metromix the Chicago Bob Chinn’s is actually owned by Bob’s son. That explains some of the differences. However, the goal of the food is to stay as true as possible to the original.

Dave Dribin and I took the time to take some pictures before it goes away forever. Oh yeah, and we ate lunch.

14:54 <@seano> first wesley willis dies
14:55 <@seano> then, rock n roll mcdonalds