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either Rao’s has a lot of “regulars” or I am just unable to grasp the idea of people who go out to eat at one place so often to make that sustainable for them. 

Super Dave Osborne was a treasure. When I was a kid I was permitted to watch his show on Showtime (late 1980s.)  The stunts were always the best, from the way Mike Walden played the straight man to a tee, to the insults Super Dave came up with after the stunt went bad. 

Grubhub:

not only that, you’ll become very popular with the local stray dogs and cats. 

I’m not going to get into a big debate about “host’s responsibilities” or anything like that, but focus on one part of this particular situation:

they charge $3 for soft drinks on top of that and I don’t really get why

Meijer usually has a small selection of exotic produce alongside kiwis such as star fruit, dragon fruit, prickly pear, etc.  They take the effort to at least try to describe the flavor and some characteristics of each on the price cards.  Guess we have her to thank for that. 

Not only that, but more people than ever are ordering their prescriptions by mail and obtaining 90-day supplies rather than the typical 30-day refills they’d pick up at a grocery store pharmacy.

the one time I tried jackfruit it gave me an “almost, but not quite convincing” impression.  it lacked the- for lack of a better term- unctuousness of the meat it was trying to mimic.  I’m guessing the seaweed flakes in this recipe would bring some of that back into the dish. 

Can you do us a solid and list all of the other things you think you’re awesome for hating?

huh, and I was just at Noble Fish on Saturday.  Will have to check that place out. 

it’s just their latest tactic to get people to donate to hungry kids around the world.

as much as I like to poke fun at the seemingly random collection of toppings on a Chicago dog, it’s actually pretty good. This place in downtown Detroit makes a good one:

My point is from “your Canadian butt-hurt is misguided at best.” 

You realize karaoke is from Japan, right?

haven’t had one, because to me “karaoke” means either “leave” or “don’t go in the first place.”  There isn’t a quantity of alcohol imaginable which would get me to participate.

I’ve been to Baltimore once. The Rusty Scupper made the trip worthwhile.