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This is key. I feel like everyone wants to blame the other passengers, when really, we should be more pissed off at the airlines for monetizing every last thing, and then still not honoring the shit you paid for. You shouldn’t have to pay for a seat assignment if it’s not a low-cost-carrier. (You want to fly Southwest

This is key. I feel like everyone wants to blame the other passengers, when really, we should be more pissed off at the airlines for monetizing every last thing, and then still not honoring the shit you paid for. You shouldn’t have to pay for a seat assignment if it’s not a low-cost-carrier. (You want to fly Southwest

The last time I switched seats with a parent desperate to sit with their child, I gave up my close-to-the-front aisle for a back row middle seat between two broad-shouldered men. I have bilateral hip injuries, so this was super uncomfortable for me, and made even worse by the fact the woman walked with her toddler up

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Actually, the video you want to link to for the duck press is this one, at 39:30. Of course, Stopping off first at 29:25 to watch Bourdain get freaked out/pissed off by the mime the producers sent and then him getting revenge by joyfully ripping into an obnoxiously expensive shellfish tower accompanied by a “really

I caught mono in my 20's when I wasn’t dating/kissing anyone - the best we could piece it out, I probably got it from an unclean hotel glass, since I was on the road for my job a lot. (This was around the time that expose came out about how hotels weren’t actually washing them.)

When I - a NYC-native raised between there and DC - moved to the Twin Cities, someone mentioned a Coney Island Hot Dog. I replied, “What, a Nathan’s?”

I just always look at this stuff and shrug. Taco Bell is my go-to for two things:

I just had one of these recently - we have a real French pastry-maker not too far from my house now.  SO damn good.  I never really got into this type of baking, but they were enough to tempt me into trying.

In the Twin Cities, it’s D-Spot. This is their flagship - soy, fennel, and some sort of “dry-rub” that is amazing.

I came to see if anyone mentioned this.

Does this feel apt?

Does this feel apt?

For absolute beginners, anything by Mr. Food/Art Ginsburg.  It’s not necessarily fancy cooking, but it’s simple and a good entry for people who are afraid of the kitchen.  A lot of simple “hacks” (i.e. prepared foods as substitutes) make it less daunting for someone who has no idea about the differences between knives

Yeah, I know that trick, too. (My parents had friends who were notoriously late for everything, and my Mom could have given Martha Stewart a run for her money with her entertaining skills.) I have ended up having people show up at that time. I honestly don’t mind - I clean the house first thing in the morning on

Yeah, see, up until a few years ago, I got these veal shanks with tiny cavities so you could just suck it out. Now, I get these monsters from my local Italian market - which also sources the restaurant run by the same parent company - and I swear, I wouldn’t want to meet these baby cows in a dark alley. The shanks are

I love sweetbreads so much. There was a French restaurant my family and I used to go to, and they were just seared and served with a perfect brown sauce.

When the hipsters figured out marrow, marrow bones got much more expensive.  Super annoying.  But not annoying enough to stop buying marrow, whether as a dish or to make marrow butter.

But on the upside, the price of marrow spoons dropped - they were previously so specialty that they were obnoxiously expensive, but I

I remember being diplomatic during the date. (“Wow - that looks really comfy for an evening at The Kennedy Center.” “Well, tablecloths are white so they can be bleached if food gets on them.” “That steak looks good - you can go ahead and finish it before you finish the story.”)

Wasn’t the food itself, per se, but the complete and utter lack of table manners on the first date. Guy and I had been flirting for weeks - he was bright, witty, attractive, groomed to within an inch of his life, and I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t dating anyone. When he showed up to take me out to dinner, the

#4: Chemo patients can eat a McDonald’s hamburger, and have it not taste like garbage or upset their stomachs.