Goodness! This last issue (the day job) was a doozie. Following around restaurant developers on their latest project. Diving into immigration debate. Other fun topics. No time for blogging. But I’m coming around now after a couple nights decent sleep…
Category: The Belly, 2005 to 2008
And the save goes to…I Nonni
It was last Saturday, yes, last Saturday, that I went, finally, to I Nonni. Long bally-hooed as the top Italian joint in the Twin Cities—or the state, I’d never been there, despite it bening about 4 miles south of my…
Warm weather dining (finally)
Yep. We at The Bloated Belly have been lazy. Well, no, check that. Burned out is the phrase, recovering from conference season for us food fucks. So, it was a little more than a week ago that I finally started…
For dessert, eye candy
As you might have noticed, The Bloated Belly staff slacked off for a bit. Like a good laxative, Harold returns us to regularity. — Lewis It’s Friday, the sun is shining, and our thoughts, naturally, turn to beer swilling and…
A Rebours: Yeah, it’s still got it
My crappy mood continuing last Friday—along with everyone else at the office, after everyone’s annual review during the week, then a company meeting to reinforce our direction (i.e. keep driving ad sales, editorial content is secondary), I felt like blowing…
Maverick behavior
When you’re low, sometimes it’s all about returning to the familiar. A favorite movie, a worn out pair of pants, copious amounts of booze, an ex-lover’s bed. Or all of the above? But when you’re at work and that beaten-down…
Breaking the seal
Look who crawled out of the gutter! Harold returns.—Lewis It’s been awhile since my last post. I’ve been in something of a late winter funk, more cynical than usual (as if that’s possible), and generally feeling less than creative. Maybe…
Three Sons “A Wine Affair”: Not your average wine tasting
Ranting about the Twin Cities Food & Wine Experience a while ago (well, a while ago for me, in my blog-time, it was only two posts ago) I referred to a wine tasting that was actually worth my time. Then…
Chiapas chow down
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Posting’s been sporadic lately. Been a one-man-band at work with a couple writers leaving the company—y’know, my real job. They’re the smart ones. Not to worry, Harold remains in the office. Now to keep him away from…
Late report on last Friday’s feast…
Again Harold and I were ready to kill on a Friday. Again we were starving. The only difference in the day was, driving to work I seemed to be surrounded by bombshells, walking on the sidewalk, driving their cars—EVERYWHERE. Walked…