This is the first post by guest commentator Nick Wilson, also known in medical circles as Dr. Love. Keep your sphincters clenched, people. Nick will soon be set loose in a hospital near you.—Lewis Scourge of the Salsa Shark If…
Category: The Belly, 2005 to 2008
Palm’s Krystal Bar: for your fried chicken pleasure
Writing about my freezer jam sauce concoction reminded me of a pseudo-annual tradition on my annual pilgrimage up to Lake Huron. So, here ‘tis, because there is nothing quite like Palm’s Krystal Bar. And thinking about a warm beach in…
Good little consumers…
George Dubya woulda been proud of us this weekend. Yep, we heeded his 9/11 rallying cry (“Go out and shop!) with Midwestern abandon this weekend. Meaning, the lady friend and I (and her visiting parents) went out to eat Friday…
And we’re back…again
Oh, that lovely combination of electrical-leading-to-computer meltdown and magazine deadlines. That’s what I get for living in a 108 year-old building. I can’t even blame the landlord. I own my own flat. (I’m not bragging that I own a place.…
Central Avenue buffet lines
Look at that plate o’ grub. That’s from the Crescent Moon Bakery’s Friday buffet. I’m not exactly sure what all that stuff was, except for the gyro meat. The yellow pile was a tasty cauliflower something, and green/brown pile a…
Got me a seat at the 112 Eatery
A Saturday night is not the night one can usually just wander into the 112 Eatery, Minneapolis’ latest hotspot, and find a couple seats. But that’s exactly what the lady friend and I were able to do a little while…
New Year’s at Istanbul Bistro
Well heck. The first week of January is about done and I’ve been without a post in this fine new year until now. New Year’s Eve turned into an interesting affair, despite it being spent in the suburbs. Had dinner…
Cheese fondue tradition
As it’s become a bit of a tradition in our household (five years running) we fire up a good ol’ Neuchatel-style cheese fondue during the holiday season, usually for New Year’s, but this year it happened on Christmas Eve. Preparations…
Letter from on high
[Well, being new to blogging, I had no idea how far reaching the World Wide Web is. I mean, I thought it was limited to this world. But that all changed when Harold checked his mailbox a short while ago,…
Safe from borers at Sahib’s
By Harold Mean, green, boring machine “I don’t mean to sound the alarm unnecessarily, but it strikes me that an invasion of GREEN ASS BORERS is something to gnaw the old nails over, if you get my drift!” That was…