Yes, it’s Saturday, once again. I’m late to my own party. And because BFF is in town, this is gonna be short and sweet, ’cause we need to get a touristy move on.
Five places to ensure your diet dies a quick, painful death:
1. Hout Doug’s: Encased meats, duck fat french fries. Death to diminished derrieres.
2. Ann Sather: “Hi, I’d like the french toast. The cinnamon roll french toast. With the hazelnut creme fraiche, toasted pecans, maple syrup, oh, and a side of sausage? K, thanks.”
3. Spacca Napoli: Quattro Formaggi=four cheeses: Gorgonzola, Ementhal, Fontina, Moz. Oh, and some olive oil. Forget that tomato sauce nonsense.
4. Harold’s Chicken Shack: Fatty fried chicken. You want white meat or dark? You got, oh, $4? You’re golden…and so are your arterial walls.
5. You know, I was gonna finish this up but I am A) late and B) disgruntled due to unrelated events. And C) sad BFF is gone already. Booo. I’m going to go have myself a bottle of Pyramid Apricot Weizen and try again tomorrow. I read a horoscope for last week that said something to the effect of, “From today on, expect shit to get real fucked up, but fast. Until, oh, November.” I hate when those things are right.
Happy Pride.
I don’t see an e-mail address for you, but I wanna send you the PDF my husband just sent me–the production schedule for Teh Bale’s project. I don’t know which dates and places involve Teh Bale himself, but it’s all or mostly downtown. Sometimes with helicopters! and exploding cars! but no mention whatsoever of full frontal male nudity. So shoot me an e-mail at orangexw, my gmail address.
I sooooo agree with the first two on your list. There are no 2 finer words in the English language than “encased meats”, my friend. Definitely gonna buy one of their t-shorts one of these days.
Will try #3, and if you’ve been to one harolds chicken shack you’ve tried them all.