That was very nice. Anent the spread of ethnic foods, I lived in the Southwest until I was about 12. When we moved to the east coast in late 70s, there was not much in the way of Mexican food generally available. Mexican restaurants were oriented toward non-Mexican customers, which meant the food was more "Mexican vibe" than actually Mexican. I think I was in my 30s by the time grocery stores sold real Mexican ingredients, and actual food Mexicans like could be found in restaurants.
For authenticity, the trick is to go where the construction workers on lunch break are eating, but if you don't know what part of Mexico or Central America the construction workers are from, you won't know what kind of food to expect.
Mother Bears Deep Dish Pizza is the yummiest pizza in my tummy that there ever was to my teenage self. I can still smell the place thirty years gone.
As for golf, shank this into the Bada Bing, I mean Oval Office…is there any coincidence that The Don being known for fudging his scorecard with a straight face and his own signature would betray the solemn oath he took on a Bible…with his own name on it…printed in fools gold nonetheless…God HELP U.S. Gotta run on. Thanks for taking my rant Onward and Upward Peace be with you
Seeking respite from Rocktoberfest, I retired to my local craft brewery. They had a guitar player who sang "I Get a Kick Out of You" and did an acoustic of "Mister Sandman".
Always great reading your work.
I wish a good evening to my Chiefs, but it’s looking much better for your Lions these days.
That was very nice. Anent the spread of ethnic foods, I lived in the Southwest until I was about 12. When we moved to the east coast in late 70s, there was not much in the way of Mexican food generally available. Mexican restaurants were oriented toward non-Mexican customers, which meant the food was more "Mexican vibe" than actually Mexican. I think I was in my 30s by the time grocery stores sold real Mexican ingredients, and actual food Mexicans like could be found in restaurants.
For authenticity, the trick is to go where the construction workers on lunch break are eating, but if you don't know what part of Mexico or Central America the construction workers are from, you won't know what kind of food to expect.
Mother Bears Deep Dish Pizza is the yummiest pizza in my tummy that there ever was to my teenage self. I can still smell the place thirty years gone.
As for golf, shank this into the Bada Bing, I mean Oval Office…is there any coincidence that The Don being known for fudging his scorecard with a straight face and his own signature would betray the solemn oath he took on a Bible…with his own name on it…printed in fools gold nonetheless…God HELP U.S. Gotta run on. Thanks for taking my rant Onward and Upward Peace be with you
This made me think of Tom Homan's bag of cash. Demoralizing.
"When law-abiding people see others break the law—breezily and with impunity—it demoralizes them."
Seeking respite from Rocktoberfest, I retired to my local craft brewery. They had a guitar player who sang "I Get a Kick Out of You" and did an acoustic of "Mister Sandman".