I visited last year and saw those dogs on the street. I liked it when I tried it, but man, I really would have loved it at age 22.

I guess I was aware that it was around (people went to Nasai once in a while), but I just wrote it off as mall chicken and didn't think it was part of the identity of the city. I think I had teriyaki chicken half a dozen times in my twenty five years living there. 

My wife was just singing the praises of this. I may have lunch plans tomorrow. I'm usually a barbacoa guy, but this sounds like good beef. 

 I've heard Pounders, but still think a tallboy is sixteen ounces. 

Roadies, Road soda... Off-sale is the most official where I live. 

Phrase, instead of a word:  Binge watchdrink syncopation.  When you finish an episode, and half half a beer left, so start the next episode. Then finish your beer with half an episode left. So crack a beer. Then finish the episode, with half a beer left... etc ad infinitum.

I maybe didn’t get out much. Per Wikipedia, looks like the big boost in popularity of the dog happened right before I left in 2001. I guess I was just ignoring teriyaki the whole time.

I guess I remember places like Nasai being around, but it never seemed like a big identity thing to me.  I was more into the little tiny Gyro counters in the U district, to be honest.

I’m at that weird age where I’ve passed cynicism, then ironically picked it up again, then shrugged in acceptance of absurdity, where I simultaneously think this is the stupidest, and the most charming thing the Internet has given us in years. Somebody’s going to totally harsh my buzz by the end of the weekend, aren’t…

I actually kind of like Grand Forks and find the place charming- I was sort of okay with the world keeping it under a wrap of snarky elitism, hidden away from everyone else.

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I left the Seattle area in 2002.  It’s like I moved through a dimensional shift where it’s a different town I left behind.  I left before the bikini baristas were a thing.  I left before the Seattle dog was a thing.  I don’t even remember Teriyaki places being a thing.

I don’t allow myself to use our office fridge- I’ve missed the Thursday cleanout deadline often enough to lose tupperware more than I can really afford to.

You will be missed, Kevin.  It’s a real nice corner of the internet you’ve set up here... be sure to pop in whenever you’re feeling nostalgic.

You all totally danced around Topo Chico and lime.

60% beets, 35% blue cheese, and a little lettuce.

“We don’t have a large... would you like the blahblah, blah blah, or blah blah.” 

Hennessey exists in my bar just for deglazing beef, but vermouth would probably work, too.

I pickled some jalapenos in IPA once.  I was hoping for more hoppiness- if I did it again, I’d throw a few fresh hop cones into the canning jar when processing them.

See, I’m fine with moist, but Juicy gives me the shuddery willies.

Somehow, I get crap for not using their silly words, but my wife doesn’t.  It drives me up a wall.