I was just in SF for work and ate Ethiopian take out for like 5 days straight. Will try this place nexto time.
I was just in SF for work and ate Ethiopian take out for like 5 days straight. Will try this place nexto time.
So this is like the counterpoint to prairie oysters?
I know that dude is yelling into his radio, but it really looks like he’s having a huge heart attack.
I hate all this treading water nonsense, but on the other hand, I can’t break up with Destiny because I love it and it’s beautiful and I think maybe I like it when it hurts me.
I love cabbage of all types, in all preparations. But, to be completely fair, you could braise fetid roadkill with a whole stick of a butter and get something delicious.
Unlike these other jerks, I’m with you on this. It’s too many starches. Too. Many. Starches. What next? Of course, I also feel this way about rice in burritos, potatoes in pancakes, and stuffing on post-thanksgiving sandwiches.
I’m thinking it looks like a computer with a liquid-cooling system in which the coolant is beer, and when you get thirsty, a straw extends from the front of the case (or up from the chair, depending on your intake preferences) to administer a refreshing spray of 150-degree flat beer while a guy in a video chat window…
These things drive me nuts. Every time I get one, I advise the sender/chain to eat shit and die, but I keep getting them.
Tinned octopus doesn’t last a goddamn second in my house.
Holy shit. You can get pizza delivered? What a world.
Yakitori. I need my chicken hearts.
Those face shields are gonna be a real bummer when the vomit comes.
I use the trusty ol aji no moto in pretty much everything I cook. It’s good shit. You know how, if you cook everything with a huge amount of butter, people will be like “wow, this tastes so good, what’s your secret?” Well, msg works like that, too.
I remember grindin to the classic:
A service that delivers caramelized onions and shallots, in quantities of up to 15 lbs, anywhere in the US, within 30 minutes of ordering.
It looks like a multi-unit interrogation room.
I assume the entire contraption is airlifted out, diners and all, and a new one is slotted in for the next couple? Where do the spent feedpods go? Nobody knows.
Deeply disturbing.
Are titans gonna win the goddamn guardian games?
yup