Hollylujah, please stop revealing the recipe to “Secret Breakfast”.  The last thing we need in these dark times is a run on bourbon.

Aww, thanks! This happened over 20 years ago as well, and I still can’t believe how petty it was. Like, you’re mad over a zero-stakes trivia game? I almost felt bad for him.

Related: I and two friends were asked to leave a college bar because I was showing up another patron at Quizzo/bar trivia. It was the trivia where you answer multiple-choice questions on handheld electronic pads. So this one drunk realized who was beating him at trivia and got salty about it. I just wanted to drink…

This is deep into the uncanny valley.

This comment needs more Chris Tucker and Ice Cube.

No judgment here on sipping vodka through Red Vines. I grew up on the West Coast and ate Red Vines decades before I ever tried Twizzlers, and Twizzlers were oddly salty tasting compared to Red Vines. Sure enough, the ingredients list for Twizzlers includes salt.

I would be bothered too if no one ate my potluck offering. If you want to try a different rice dish, try making jook aka congee in a pressure cooker or slow cooker. It has the benefits of being simple, inexpensive and filling. It’s porridge made with rice, water, salt, ginger and meat, vegetables or condiments (soy…

I went to Magnolia once about 10 years ago, and was so disappointed. I waited in line for a boring cupcake with bland frosting smeared on top.  Never again.

Came here to comment on this.  I live here and agree. Their steaks aren’t terrible steaks, but parking is almost impossible and who wants to stand in line for an hour in summer sweat or biting cold with a bunch of jamokes for a sandwich? There are other options.

It also makes sense for the Phillies, who have already sold out opening day tickets and broke the record for one-day jersey sales for any player in any sport ever. Merch is flying off shelves and it looks to be an exciting season. All I do know for sure is that my evening drive on the Schuylkill Expressway will be…

I’m surprised not to see the series finale of Rescue Me, where after one of the firefighters dies, the crew are driving to scatter his ashes and one of the guys opens up the box containing the ashes while the windows of the truck are rolled down, and the ensuing vortex leads to a huge mess. The episode was recapped at…

See? All you have to do to erase the stink of decades of racist statements and actions is to mention a single black person WHO WORKS FOR YOU.

I read this column as written by a Philly homer for other Philly homers. Persuasive logic and Halladay’s expressed wishes had nothing to do with it. The Halladay family’s decision seems like an obvious compromise for two fan bases.

When I was in college, I took a girl out on a date, and being a poor, dumb college student, I gave her a little box of potpourri as a gift. A few days later, I ran into the classmate who had set us up, and asked what her friend thought of the date.

Nailed it.

Brandi is long gone from the Real Housewives franchise, but her wine-throwing, trash-talking, wig-snatching legacy will live on.

VDPR is a guilty pleasure because I use it to validate my own life choices. In a cast full of reality-TV archetypes, Scheana stands out even from the other women as being high-maintenance - her self-regard, how fussy she is about her appearance, how she views relationships. This is why I didn’t get her relationship…

But fureally real - why would Marie Claire even print this?

This is the real story right here. What do you do when work coffee sucks?  Get Baxter Holmes on it!

The CN Tower, obviously.