Herrs Chips in the Philadelphia area makes a “Baby-Back Ribs BBQ” chip, that is amazing. But I don’t really include it in the “great meat-tasting chips” category, because honestly, it’s just a really, really on-point rendition of BBQ sauce, to the Nth degree better than any other BBQ-flavored chip I have ever had.

That sounds awesome, I would try that immediately.

He’s right, it just isn’t that popular. It’s a damned shame. I would kill for Worcestershire chips.

In terms of “a bike designed for those who can’t ride a bike”, the obvious answer is an adult tricycle. Just plug those words into Google or Amazon.

My best Friendly’s memory is the time a whole bunch of us went for dinner (I think it was after a movie), and as we’re going around the table ordering, one of my friends (mid-20s male) just looks up from the menu and says “You know what? I want a large deluxe sundae.” That was it, that was his dinner. It came out with…

I just got done reading a long website post about the search for a family of 4 German tourists who disappeared on the west edge of Death Valley NP in 1996.

The description of the second dish is carpaccio, which was invented in Venice, Italy.

I have to admit, I haven’t seen a Tatum movie, except for Jupiter Ascending (which is totally batshit and I found it very enjoyable, but I’d never write home about anyone’s performance in it; except Eddie Redmayne’s, purely to marvel at that level of scenery chewing). So I had kind of been dismissing him as “that…

I went through a form of that. When I was in college, if you were on financial aid, as I was, and got work-study jobs, the rule was that as a freshman, you had to work dining services. As an upperclassperson you could get some other kind of job, like (at the time) running the slide projectors for art-history classes,…

Honestly... I didn’t want to be “that guy” making excuses for horrible customers, and I know very well that there are sometimes people who are just THAT AWFUL. But I read that anecdote and thought to myself... it kind of sounds like there is something involuntary maybe going on there with Caramel Lady. Maybe. Maybe…

I get that, and I agree it’s counter-intuitive. But multiple sources seem to agreed that Man o’ War was sometimes held back when a race was substantially won.

With the caveat that the only race Man o’ War (the original Big Red ;-) lost was due to the fact that at the time, horse racing did not have starting gates; they just lined horses up more or less evenly at a tape, on the track. In the one race he lost, he was actually *facing backwards* when the starting signal was…

(Psst: arguably, Man o’ War. Better win record than Secretariat, 20 out of 21. Similar attributes. But it’s difficult to compare directly, because Man o’ War’s owner chose not to enter him in the Kentucky Derby. The Triple Crown wasn’t a big thing at that time, and only one horse had won it, Sir Barton, though it…

God, that brings back memories. I still remember how betrayed I felt the first time I opened one of those tins of the baking chocolate and tried some.

Oooh, that is awesome, I would want to go! — we did not have those back when I was still in PA. I only spent 1 year in PA at the age where I could buy beer legally, but I guess I was too poor to buy beer for home at the time (and just drank when I was out at a restaurant or something). So I don’t really have adult…

The real beauty of it is how widely varied it is between the states. I think it’s starting to change now in some states, but 20 years ago you might find beer in SOME grocery stores, but not all; and in SOME convenience stores, but not all. In PA, where I grew up, we have “state stores” (for liquor) and “the beer…

Yeah, I’m from the northeast, and “washroom” seems like an acceptable if rare variation on “restroom” or “bathroom”.

Not gonna lie, my immediate reaction was jealousy and “can I go to this magical place?”

Yeah, that’s probably part of it. I mean, it’s bitter but also like concentrated essence of raw tomato flavor? Which is somehow different from cooked? (Bitter plus the acid from the goop, combining in some way that really makes my tastebuds cringe?) (Interestingly — I like beer, but not the bitterest types of beers;…

I eat red sauce on my pasta. I eat tomato soup. I can practically drink a good pizza sauce. But I can’t eat a tomato. My parents never understood it, and always thought I was just being difficult. But as I got older I realized it wasn’t the flavor of the tomato I objected to, it was the fact that it felt like I was…