We started getting Jai Alai in the upper Midwest recently.  It’s good, but it’s really similar to a local staple I usually buy for a couple of dollars a twelve pack cheaper.

I’m not a fish guy, but this would probably make the wife incredibly happy.

Weber Smokey Mountain (middle size). I’m in the upper Midwest, so hot and humid now, bearable in late September, stupid cold by end of October.

Oof.  I enjoy smoked food, and I get grossed out by the smell of my clothes afterward.

I just got a smoker, and the temptation to smoke every damned thing is strong.  I can see myself doing similar misguided experiments.

Ugh, I'm going to have to break down and try Naturdays one of these days. I thought it was just a dumb joke, but people seem to be legitimately into it. 

As an owner of small dogs, that seagull story is terrifying.

I haven’t had it in years, personally, but I’m just not a fan of any kind of yeast funk.  The yeast is the only thing I remember about Fat Tire, and it was off-putting enough to scare me away.  The “wet slice of wheat bread” comment sounds familiar.

I haven’t had Ebisu, but my wife prefers Sapporo.  I will admit, there’s a small izakaya  in town that has Sapporo on draft, and it’s pretty delicious there.

I haven’t yet, but I’m sure it’s delicious.

I’ve been binge watching Letterkenny.  Just snuck into my lexicon.

I don’t know if it counts as supermarket beer, but Asahi super dry is my universal go to food beer.  I've crushed many a sando with Asahi. 

Rose starts her stories with “Back in St. Olaf,” it’s Sofia who starts her stories “Picture it...”   So maybe this is a Sicilian story.

To be fair, Beyond is close enough to make no real difference with average ground beef. Add a little bacon, maybe, or sear in duck fat. That's a more intriguing "tempt the veg" proposition.

Figured I'd throw you a bone. I miss the days when you really brought something to the table in terms of stirring shit up (not even being dismissive, I really do miss it).

Picture it.  Vegas.  My fortieth birthday.  Brasserie Bardot, after the bone marrow, and about to tuck into a great hunk of pork. The room to my left is full of what appears to be a celebratory meeting of car salesmen, and their manager is giving a speech replete with call and response.  Whoops, finger whistles,…

The last step in my usual ten trip ritual of getting supplies for any home repair project is realizing the battery for my cordless driver is dead, giving up, and cracking a beer.

Can confirm. Target if there’s something on Cartwheel, or I am going there for random non-grocery stuff anyway, a couple of local places, HyVee if I want access to most things at one place, Whole Foods if they have a good deal on something, the butcher shop for meat, Lunds for specialty items, and that’s not even…

Thank you! I hate the "cut the burger in half" advice, it's always sloppier.

So you’re saying people who object to cannibalism are demons... cool, good we’re all on the same page.