I like to think I’m pretty good at accents, then I watch a movie out of like, Wales, and I’m all “ENGLISH MOTHER FUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT”

SW PA too, which is just W VA North. The rolling mountains and streams of the Appalachians are beautiful, it’s literally the only geography that warms my heart (I’m a mountain boy) and full of either MAGA weirdos or Meth heads.

I do this all the time.  May be poor etiquette, but if I need a fork or napkin or bottle of ketchup, I’ll filch it from another table or even the busser station if nobody’s available.  

Worst foods I’ve ever eaten, ranked from worst to least worst:

I’d almost take the other tack with this subject. New York pizza, to my mind, is wide greasy triangles of spongy dough and cheap cheese served in a subway station that smells like hobo urine. I could fight a dumpster raccoon for a better slice behind a 7-11. Chicago pizza is brittle unsatisfying garbage. West coast…

Exclusively from the minds of people who have never had to have a real damn job, like child actors.

I actually wrote in to Salty with this exact question, but from the other side, a couple of months ago. I don’t have a huge appetite, the sort of dude that a half a cheeseburger or the equivalent is usually satisfactory, and I don’t generally care for leftovers.  I actually got comped at a diner a little while ago…

I actually wrote in to Salty with this exact question, but from the other side, a couple of months ago. I don’t have a huge appetite, the sort of dude that a half a cheeseburger or the equivalent is usually satisfactory, and I don’t generally care for leftovers.  I actually got comped at a diner a little while ago…

Staking out a more libertarian position here, but seriously: If you call the cops on someone, there’s a legit chance that person will be hurt badly or killed. Cops kill people over dopey shit sometimes; pointing a cop at someone is effectively the same as pointing a weapon at them, please don’t do that unless you…

This is all good advice, but I want to tell my engagement story, bc it’s funny and kinda sweet:

No disagreement on any of this, and maybe off topic, but I wanted to give a shout out to my favorite spreadable cheese: Port Salut. I found that stuff when I was like 17, made a meal of it with fresh bread and fruit, and it literally changed this mac’n cheese, pizza and hot pockets boy’s life. Shitty grocery-store…

“as someone who is newly green and sober”

You know a lot more about the history here, I just know it was a clusterfuck. I think my dad blamed the unions for shutting down his paper, basically, which I guess is indirectly accurate in a way (the strike led to the sale, which led to it getting shuttered entirely, even if it was the Block family that ultimately…

The interesting thing about this, to me, is that the P-G was the lefty, liberal paper back when I was a kid, during the Clinton era, opposition to the conservative Pittsburgh Press. My old man, a staunch conservative and regular subscriber to the Press, hated the shit out of the PG. The Press folded in the 90's,…

This whole premise is so dumb. Trump isn’t going to be impeached in this term, period. Hell, the hearings would last through the next election, Trump could probably just lock himself in a room and tweet about it for 18 months. Try to not nominate a dipshit for 2020, if there is one, or get used to trying this argument…

Fresh guac is my go-to, always a winner. Runner up would be a nice cheese board, and default is volunteer for a veggie tray. My wife is good at baking, so homemade cookies or cake or pie is also always welcome.

That was my immediate takeaway from this; a list of septuagenarians you absolutely should not pick a fight with:

There’s a place here in Pittsburgh that serves “Meatball and a salad”, no pasta, basically meatball and marinara on a side plate beside a small salad. I take it as a DIY meatball salad and just dump that bad boy right on top of the salad, but people think it’s weird. (and this is in a town where you put your steak and…

I thought this sequence felt cringingly pandering in the theater, like a head-pat to all the girls. But I’m not a girl, and lot of them seem to appreciate it, so whateves.  I’m curious for the reaction from my wife, who is a girl that loathes being pandered to, if she’ll have any reaction either way. 

Yeah, I hadn’t thought of that. If this counts deli-counter lunches or my work cafeteria as “eating out”, I eat out about six or seven times a week. I don’t bother brown-bagging when I can get a better sandwich or soup on-demand every day for about the same money.  But for sit-down dinners, usually only Friday +…