Midway in Chicago has also revamped itself recently to include more local restaurants, rather than big chains. While many of the renovations are pleasant and welcome (the A terminal has a truly amazing space to work while you’re in between flights, and the B terminal has opened two huge bars right in the middle of the…

I got the Italian spiced one from the farmers’ market when my brother and his friends were coming into town, and now they all ask me to bring home “pizza cheese” when I come visit them. Just cube it, toast it in a pan and then stick toothpicks in it. It’s fucking great.

“Self-partnered” also suggests that I’m in love with myself, which I don’t think accurately describes the situation. Don’t get me wrong, I think I’m great...this isn’t me being down on myself. But I’m not in love with me.

“If a family’s concerns about germs seem outsized to you, trust that they are doing what they need to protect their baby and to feel safe after a scary time.”

Many rieslings these days are dry, rather than sweet. I also don’t like sweet wines, but I’ve had several dry ones that paired wonderfully with food. Don’t dismiss them out of hand!

*applause*

“Or put in in years of shopping in understocked New York City grocery stores without kiddie corrals.”

I always loved those articles, or when they switched staffs for April Fool’s Day. Just the best.

I cannot express to you how fucking delighted I am by a legitimate ghost story about the motherfucking Noid.

Fuck, man, the paragraph that begins with “As with most of Trump’s attempts at Presidentiality...” is a god damned masterpiece.

I like their double chocolate stout a lot, but otherwise we just buy their crazy flavored beers to drink as a family on Christmas and laugh at how weird/gross they are.

Rogue’s blue cheese is the fucking best. Their smoky blue is one of my all-time favorites.

“How one might be familiar with Muggsy Bogues and not Allen Iverson is a feat of the mind I’ll never understand.”

My friend and I used to do this thing where we either streamed or requested the DVD of what looked to be crappy movies that were possibly fun, but also had good looking dudes in them. Things like Pompeii, Seventh Son or Jupiter Rising. We got John Carter for one of those movie nights, and were both surprised by how…

I think (though please someone correct me if I’m wrong) that the difference is that NHL officials aren’t required to make a call to be confirmed, let stand, or overturned. I don’t think, on this play, they make a call at all before going to the video. They just go straight to the video. So this judgment rendered…

Right, that’s my read too. If the puck is under his leg, and his whole leg is in the goal, we don’t have to see the puck to know it was a goal. There just has to be zero chance that it wasn’t completely across the line.

They made the right call. It’s difficult to believe that with where the glove is, the puck WASN’T completely over the line, but there’s a small chance it wasn’t, and since you can’t see the puck, well.

I will never tire of Deadspin’s repurposing of that graphic.

I would read the hell out of a series of Aimee cooking weird shit from The Joy of Cooking.

He means the latter. Drew has already talked about how he breaks spaghetti in half before he boils it, and wrote about making pasta carbonara last year. So he’s definitely gotten pasta from a box and boiled it.