Monday, October 31, 2011

Pretty (Spooky) Pictures Version 10.31.11

Today's Pretty Pictures are a departure from the norm.  No music this time, but still pretty and takin' me a ways back.  I totally remember seeing this when I was in high school and being pretty freaked out by it.  Edgar Allen Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart."

Put a Ring On It

So, Steve Run asked Jen to marry him on Friday night, and she said yes!  Congratulations!  I'm so glad that we got to share the couple's joy and properly celenebriate the momentous occassion with beers and shots (and beers and shots) at Duffy's.  Thanks to The District for organizing the Chimneys to surprise Jen on the happy night!

(PS: Steve, you done good, friend.  Very good.)

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Pretty Pictures Version 10.27.11

All I've got to say is that every time this song comes on Triple J I dance and clap in my desk chair.  Good stuff.  Katalyst with "The Clapping Song (feat. Coin Locker Kid)."

Not (Completely) Lost on Me

So, EUM at Lost Society was pretty good last night.  The food was decent (better than okay but not wow).  BR and I shared the roasted bone marrow with parsley/red onion salad and roasted beets, the pork belly over collard greens, and the root beer braised short ribs.  Shatterproof got the tomato soup with grilled cheese. 

The marrow was the star of the night.  The combo of the hot melty marrow over very nice and light water bread slices with the fresh parsley/onions and roasted beets sprinkled with sea salt was awesome!  And the marrow was easy to scoop out of the bones!  I hate when the bones are so thin/awkward that trying to scoop the marrow out is a chore.  That’s one reason I didn’t care for the marrow at CommonWealth.  Whoever’s choosing the bones at Lost Society is getting it right.  

The short ribs came in a slightly distant second.  Very tender and rich and sweet.  But if the menu says they come with turnip puree, add some turnip puree to the dish.  The tablespoon of puree that made it on the plate was basically only to hold the short ribs in place. The pork belly was very disappointing to me as a Rican and lover of pig.  Yeah, it was fatty and rich and roasty.  But it was also kind of dry and definitely over-seared and too crunchy on the meaty side.  The greens were good, though.  They had a nice bite/slight crunch to them and were just vinegary/bacony enough.  Quite good.  Shaterproof’s soup was like tomato-flavored buttercream.  It was yummy, don’t get me wrong, but it was definitely a bit much.

With all this said, my feeling was that the place was definitely a bar that serves food.  Which is fine, I guess.  The bar on the first level is huge and smack in the middle of the room with tables and booths around it.  Not that much floor space to move around.  And loud as all get-out.  The upper level is huge!  There may have been tables up there for dining, but I wouldn’t know because all I saw was the expanse of open floor and the 2 gargantuan bars.  Or maybe there were 3 bars?  I don’t know.  All that open space overwhelmed me. 

Anywho, I'm not pressed to run back, but I'll definitely go back to check out other menu items.  Rating:  2 besos (out of 4).

Okay, Okay, No More Birds

This article definitely made me go hmmm.  When does "authentic" finally stop being so?  Who can say?  But I now know to keep my birds to just the duvet cover currently on the bed (lest I be judged one time).

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Pretty Pictures Version 10.26.11

So, I was chatting away with Nyckelpiga Julius earlier today about how we're kindred spirits when it comes to tastes in music (which includes, apparently, boogieing down to some "Macho Duck" from Mickey Mouse Disco).  We turn to the Black Keys' new track and leap onto the adoration train hardcore.  Not even 30 minutes after our conversation, Triple J has Dan Auerbach on air to talk about the track and the new album!  Talk about cultural zeitgeist!  I love it when shizz like that happens.  So, to officially mark the song as the tune of the day and keep NJ's chair dancing going, I post these pretty pictures for all my bonitos to enjoy:  The Black Keys with "Lonely Boy."

Mon Dieu! Quelle Horreur!

Well...This is embarrassing.  

I can't believe that the last time I posted was almost a year ago.  And to add insult to injury, as you can see below, that old post was about how exciting it was to have The Jayhawk post something for the first time and help us go live again.  I've got to be better about this.  I'll start today.  

Although...I do have my monthly EUM (El Último Miércoles) happy ho' tonight, and beers (and pork belly bites) will be had at Lost Society, so today may not be the best day to recommit myself to this blog project thing.  Maybe tomorrow.  If I'm not too busy and/or over hung, of course.  Then comes Friday, and Fridays aren't meant for sharing thoughts with the Interwebs to maybe be read or not.  They're either for being out with friends (who may or may not read the thoughts you've shared on the 'Net) or chillin' at home watching Spanish celebrity gossip talk shows (no more über-dream Jaime Cantizano to look at, though, since DEC got the axe*; now I have to settle for crack ho' Belén Esteban on Sálvame*, and that, friends, is a bum deal).  So, Friday's shot.  And let's not even talk about Halloween Party Saturday and how I will be too busy resting on Sunday to be fresh and new on Monday.

You see how bad I am at this?  It's exasperating.

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