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Well crap, there goes the last reason to visit the G/O sites on a regular basis. At least I can’t tell how salty the tears landing in my beer are because I’m drinking a gose.

This looks like a great potential weeknight dinner, as well as an excellent Thanksgiving snack.

Not a native, but I've lived in and around Charlotte for the last 6 years. I didn't know much about the craft beer scene when I arrived, the quality and growth 9f it have been extremely pleasant surprises.

I have stickers from three of those breweries (NoDa, Birdsong, and Hi-Wire) on my own plain white RTic cooler!

If Americans hate cranberry sauce, then I guess it’s time for me to renounce my citizenship.

I want the Pope’s shoes.

For this critic, the answer is hell no.

Cheese does make a wonderful souvenir. I brought home several pounds of various Dutch goudas when I visited friends in Grand Rapids this summer. Fun fact: Grand Rapids has a very high Dutch-American population.

We recently got an air fryer and have typically used it three or four times a week. I agree, the food does not taste fried, but it does come out perfectly crisply roasted. Air fried chicken wings are fantastic. We also use it for bacon - it’s a lot easier to clean the bacon grease mess from the bottom of the air fryer

I’m a male, and I don’t care what a cocktail might look like. I’m going to order the one that sounds the best to me. I like fruit, and much of the time fruit-heavy cocktails come out pink or purpleish in hue because, well, fruit. I don’t give a shit. If I’m paying $10 for an overpriced cocktail, I want to enjoy that

Please put all of these carbs and calories directly into me.

I don’t have any White Castle locations around me, but I do have Cookout, which has corn dogs year-round. I’ll admit that I’ve ordered their two hot dog meal with two corn dogs as sides before. I regret it only a little.

This! Such a good side dish with a medium-rare NY strip steak.

I bottle-condition my homebrew and have inadvertently created more than one bottle gusher. Even more terrifying is the bottle bomb: the slightly-overcarbonated bottle that gets a little agitated and then suddenly explodes. I’ll never forget waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of what I thought was

Don’t click over there now unless you want a hellscape of video content (although Diana’s goodbye post is quite nice).

I have fond memories of playing with the Berenstain Bears toys from McDonald’s. Between my sister and I, we managed to procure the whole set.

I had the same one! It’s probably still in my parents’ basement somewhere.

It turns out that tiny tire porn was just the thing I needed to kick-start my motivation for the day. Who would’ve thought?

Now that Deadspin is a zombie (oddly fitting since it is Halloween), you guys should consider posting some of Burneko’s old Foodspin articles to highlight a little of what Deadspin did best: not stick to sports. They always made me laugh and even taught me how to cook a little. Plus, I’m sure it’ll fit in well with