Ketchup is fine and even good on certain things (fries, hash browns, etc.), but I’ve never understood people who put it on everything.

Mine was a 1984 RX-7 which a family member gave me for free because it was their third car that they rarely drove and they were tired of paying the registration and insurance on it (this was in 2003). Once I got the RX-7, I traded my very reliable Prelude for a bicycle. That fucking “free” RX-7 was a money pit and…

I’m sure I’ll be saying this every year for the next few years, but 1991 may have been the peak of hip-hop for me. It had all-time great albums like De La Soul is Dead, Low End Theory, and Breaking Atoms, plus classic releases from Ice T, NWA, Ghetto Boys, Gang Starr, Black Sheep, Del, Cube, and so many more.

I currently live in the downtown core of a city with more than 1 million people. I’ve also lived in towns of fewer than 1,000 people, and just about everything in between. It would take some really special circumstances for me to ever live in a small town again.

My grandma died late last year just short of her 100th birthday. If you were to look at her eating/drinking habits, the only two things that she was a big outlier on were the amount of  offal she ate and her daily Tanqueray and tonic.

I write a lot for work and use it religiously. There are no good reasons to not use it and plenty of good reasons to use it. It’s also probably the second-most common change I make when editing something someone else has written, but fortunately, I’m responsible for maintaining our internal style guide, so I included…

I don’t drink Starbucks unless I have a gift card, but one of my semi-regular coffee orders is a half-sweet vanilla latte with an extra shot. Most weekends I order from a local coffee shop at least once and I’ll get that drink maybe once a month or so.

the Arby’s duck sandwich

And for pizza, at least Neapolitan style, Margherita is my acid test. If you can’t make a decent Margherita, I don’t trust you to make anything else.

This is my problem with a lot of sandwiches. I’ve taken to ordering half meat at a couple of my semi-regular places.

I don’t know if it is from growing up on the West Coast or the fact that we never really went out to eat much when I was growing up, but I had never even heard of hushpuppies until I moved to DC after college and went out to eat at a crab place in Maryland. Manna from heaven...

It’s different, of course, if you and your professional paramour have different amounts of power within the organization.

I work in higher ed and have been on hiring committees for college presidents where the CVs are routinely 10+ pages. One guy turned in a 67-page CV. He did not get an interview.

No crazy pandemic purchases, but last year for St. Patrick’s Day I couldn’t find any green cabbage so I had to have my corned beef with purple cabbage like a dog in the street.

hahah...I just read the whole op-ed and this is pure poetry:

In my personal experience, adults who are extremely into Disney and regularly travel there without children are, without fail, fucking weirdos (present company excluded, of course).

She’ll definitely get votes from all the pro-Trump democrats and pro-trans Republicans, of which I’m sure there are dozens in California.

1984 Cadillac Seville: $2,000 (1997—totaled in crash)

Damn. Digital Underground was one of my favorite groups in the early 90s and Sex Packets is wildly underrated. It’s unfortunate that pretty much all most people know about them is the Humpty Dance.

You’re reading a food blog. If you’re looking for unbiased reporting on labor issues, you may want to find a different publication...