Yes. And as I told my millennial child--hold my beer, I’ll show you how to really be pissy and angry. 

Personally—I’m on the side of the nay, even though I’ve gone to our local “Pour” a few times.

My favorite gin alas is no more.  Sarticious gin was such a nice gin--made great martinis.  

If you go wayyyy back, it was Bambi when I was a young pup. I still have that album btw. But the first one I played to death? It was the soundtrack to the obscure film Times Square, which was just a lovely snapshot of the late 70s moving into the 80s alternative rock. 

I had to read this one twice.  I can only quote the Rutles in saying, I’m shocked and stunned at the utter ignorance of these patrons

The best tamales in my area come from a little panaderia near where I live. On weekends, they sell out quickly, served up from a few crockpots behind the cash register. Those are the places you will find the best homemade tamales in CA to buy. (My friends abuela actually made the best I’ve ever had, but she never let…

I agree. Through the wonders of DVD, me and the better half made sure to expose both of our offspring to Bugs Bunny. In my humble belief, it made them better persons.  Well at least it exposed them to opera music and a solid New York accent. 

Kramer: Who’s gonna turn down a Junior Mint? It’s chocolate, it’s peppermint, it’s delicious... It’s very refreshing.

Kate, you’d be surprised then how pervasive that memory of tinny tasting beer is.  It took a few years for my better half (who is in his 50s) to be convinced that the canned beer of today is not the metallic horror of his youth. 

This album and the Slits, Cut were so influential to us oddball teenage girls in the 1970s. To see women in a very non-traditional way, front loud in your face, bands was amazing. I cherish both of these disks to this day.

I get the same reaction when I suggest “Wicked Annabella” by the Kinks.

Best quote by far “Kill it! Kill it with fire!”.  I snorted out my wine over that one.

I’m a huge fan of classic horror movies--October is Universal Monster movie month for me, along with the German silent classics.  While they aren’t jump in the seat scary, they are macabre in a beautiful cinematic way.  Plus the original Mummy with Boris Karloff has one of the best proto-feminist heroines of that time…

My mom was a professional cook, who taught me to cook. I can manage all sorts of things—de bone a fish or chicken? No problem. Souffles? Easy. But to this day I cannot for the life of me make a decent pie crust. Thank god for Pillsbury.

I shall cook this only if my husband agrees to sing in his best NJ / Hoboken accent the following...

Ok, I’m now officially really, really hungry for some grilled cheese. 

Bergen County here!  And god yes, the pizza back east is glorious.  I’ve always maintained that pizza in CA is the weird love child of New York and Chicago style pizza--not quite deep dish and not quite thin crust. 

Gwen, I haven’t been too enthralled with some of Elvis Costello’s later half discography, but given your review, I may have to check this one out. 

Crap I must have been thinking about the crappy college kitchen job when I typed “deficiency”. Obviously, I meant efficiency.

As a vegetarian, I understand your frustration. But as someone who has worked in a busy kitchen, subs impact kitchen flow and ingredients. I can tell you first hand, that after a few weeks as a line chef or prep person, throwing together a by the menu item becomes automatic during rush times. As soon as a sub comes…