It’s sandwiches all the way down.

Can anyone chime in on the sweetness, perhaps compared to other alcoholic aperitivos? My sober girlfriend is rather sweet-averse in her drinks; Campari and even Fernet were too sweet for her taste.

She was accused, she denied it, and when Bourdain paid him off, the accuser went away. You can’t just say “she did this” without elaborating on the complicating facts, unless you, random internet person, happen to have some personal insight into the facts of the case.

Big fan of the embedded slideshows - great idea.

Hate to be the one to break it to you, but that pithy not-if-but-when applies to you as well, whether or not you decide to have any fun in your short time on earth.

Isn’t that what they have Torchinsky for?

Flew into LGA terminal B in early December, and I legit thought we were at the wrong airport. Compared to the hallway that used to pass for a terminal, it’s almost unbelievable. 

“Saltpeter, John!” “Pins, Abigail!”

Clam Damage would be an amazing riot grrl punk band name.

I’m waiting for this one

I don’t know what the hell he was thinking, but my dad bought me one of these in the early ‘90s, when I was right around 10 years old. The thing was terrifying fun. No suspension so it would bounce around like crazy, brakes only on the rear, and they would tip over if you looked at a corner going more than a walking…

Throttle was a short lever on the right side of the yoke, brake was on the left side.

Can’t unsee the Ford Taurus steering wheel.

This joke was almost clever the first time, 40 years ago.

Randomly spotted on a Sunday morning on the street in the Central West End neighborhood of St. Louis: an Iso Rivolta Lele, which I actually thought was an Espada at first glance. (Kia Soul for reference; they’re surprisingly small.)

If these came with an LS motor they’d be about the perfect GT car ever made. But the Northstar is a deal breaker.