Obviously I enjoy this place, unfortunately I have to throw some cold water on this erection of food enthusiasm. Several hours after ingesting my delightful meal, I experienced terrible diarrhea - real bad shit. I was at work and had to go to the bathroom THREE TIMES. I will not sit here on the tumblrnet and pretend there is a casual link, but now I eye the menu at this place with a suspicious stomach, to use a mixed metaphor.
I’m not one to reach for a Chinese menu. My experience has been one of venous, over-large chicken chunks, Bunnicula-d broccoli, and lots of motorbike delivery jackets. I’ve ventured into soup dumplings territory and even glared as Bryan ate chicken feet in deep ChinaBrooklyn,…
A comment from the youtube video for Pete Townsend's "And I Moved"
I don’t understant the obsession with sexuality in the US. Why must you worship and crucify messengers? If this song is sung by a woman, it is as banal as so many country or pop songs. If, however, sung from a man’s perspective, the song gives deeper poignancy of discovery and exciting romance. Try finding YOUR relationship to art and put down your People Magazine, adolescent silliness.
Something detailing a sports fan or athlete who gets very into the idea of eating the same thing and wearing the same thing (gerunds) of the day when his or her team’s winning streak started. The obsession gets clinical as the winning continues. It becomes more and more about just recreating that entire day, removed from the sport itself.
1) Did you see what Alex Smith wore during his press conference? After stepping up, having a respectable Tebow-ish game (in a good way) he comes out in some sort of “ironic” looking gas-station- attendant style shirt. Is that a bad sign? Can winning QBs dress like dudes into Pavement or is this evidence that the hipster athlete is starting to emerge? Athlete fashion has been hit or miss since the 70s when Walt Clyde and Namath were strutting their stuff. Maybe it’s getting cool again. Whatever. It’s San Francisco.
2) I wanted to write a long description of how your Patriots will lose to MY (yes I own them) Giants in less than two weeks. I’d describe a hard-fought game that’s almost a carbon copy of Super Bowl 42. Actually it starts to become 42, by the fourth quarter, it’s getting really spooky. The crowd, though predictably raucous, finds itself given pause. The Giants get the ball back with 2:39 seconds left, three minutes left, down 14-10! It starts to dawn on everyone - players, coaches, fans, BUT IT KEEPS HAPPENING. Instead of Toomer, it’s Cruz, but the catches are absolutely the same. A run by Jacobs on fourth-and-one. Kyle Arrington drops a potential game-winning interception. How is this happening? It just does. It’s as if the two teams are now part of some elaborate ritual. The teams MUST play their part. The Patriots head to the line, knowing what will take place, also knowing they cannot stop it. Two of your pathetic defenders have Eli in their grasp. He does it again. He does it again. He does it again. A pass that doesn’t deserve to be caught, IS CAUGHT, by an undrafted free agent the Giants signed in the off season - VICTOR CRUZ. It’s all over but the shouting. A few plays later Eli lofts one in the corner to Hakeem Nicks! You get the rest. It’s eerie. Stick that in your fucking “levels of losing.”
3) How would you feel? Dumbfounded? Breathless? Awestruck? Doesn’t matter. Cause I don’t think this will happen. Not even close. I think the Patriots are going to crush the Giants. Blow them out. It’ll be Rocky III. It’s revenge - earned revenge. So here’s an early congratulations. You guys will finally get win numero nineteen.
From an About.com article on alcohol consumption leading to heart burn
So, maybe that glass of wine after work isn’t such a good idea after all. You may want to think of other ways to relax. You could take a leisurely walk in the park. You could sit in a quiet room, listening to a recording of the surf at a beach. There are other relaxation methods you could use instead of drinking an alcoholic beverage.