Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Steroid Cowboys

This looks fantastic. Also, someone start saving up for the dialysis machines that the Rock and Marky Mark will need in about 5 years.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Eat It - Dave & Buster's, 3000 Oakwood Blvd, Hollywood , FL (954)923-5505

I don't go to Dave & Buster's very often, do you? I guess it's because when you live in Miami you usually go out to whatever cluster fudge is going on in town at the moment; most recently the douchefest that is Art Basel. When, on the rare occasion that there isn't some traffic nightmare inducing, politician pocket liner going on, you probably just meet up with friends for dinner and then head somewhere afterward for drinks. Maybe to a dive bar, like I prefer, or perhaps it's an overpriced nightclub in which conversing with one's friends is impossible because the music's so loud. There's a time and a place for both. I'd just say that if you want to foster meaningful relationships with the people you socialize with, you should probably be able to have a conversation with them when you're out. Otherwise, they're just some faces that you know and you haven't exactly forged a bond with a person on whom you can really depend. If you're some single 25 year-old, that might be what you're going for these days, but I'm old and engaged and my friends are all married and having kids, so that's where I'm coming from.

I wondered when I was invited to check out the newly remodeled Dave & Buster's and its ramped up sports bar concept, if the place would be lousy with kids, but I found the atmosphere to be quite comfortable. It's a lot better than Boomers, I'll tell you that much. It's not at all chaotic and the decor was always better than a Boomers, but the areas they've remodeled are pretty upscale. Check out the sports bar area in which my friends and I dined and watched the Heat trounce the Wizards. Pretty snazzy -

So the sports bar section is pretty adult, and even the areas where there are a lot of kids hanging out are more festive than anything else. There were several birthday parties going on for adults and kids alike, but it wasn't overwhelming or particularly noisy.

The food was good. Nothing fancy, but perfectly adequate. We shared an appetizer called 5:15. It comes with 5 pieces of a bunch of different stuff like quesadillas, chicken wings, fried shrimp. I ate the mini buffalo chicken sandwiches and others had seafood and chicken. We had a few cocktails among us, shared a delicious piece of chocolate cake for dessert and had a coffee. All in it was less than 35 bucks each. Can't do much better than that for a sit-down meal that includes drinks. 

God forbid you should really have to go to the bathroom when you're in the sports bar, though, because the place is so freaking huge that it takes a few minutes to walk all the way to the bathrooms, located in the middle of the gigantic space. I can only imagine what kind of overhead there is at a business as massive as a Dave & Buster's. According to the extremely conscientious senior manager, Michael, there are about 200 people who work at the location alone. Gotta be great systems in place to get that many people working cheerily in tandem. And the employees really do have good attitudes there.

The massive gaming area is your typical amusement area with tons and tons of video games of all sorts. There are a few pieces that are getting a little worn out (and they should replace or remove, like the Big Game Hunter whose rifles don't work!), but you'll find plenty to do, whether you want to shoot at or race something. It's funny, even with all of the newer games that have been invented, my friends and I had the most fun playing old fashioned classics like Skee-ball, mini hoops, and that game where you put coins in the slot and try to shoot them at the ever-growing, teetering piles of coins, in the hopes of amassing more and more tickets so you can buy some junk you don't need at a price much higher than it would have been to just buy in the first place. But it's so much more fun that way for some reason.

There were some new ones we liked a lot, though, including the trivia game in which you try to be the fastest competitor to answer a series of 5 trivia questions (168 tickets if you're the fastest and get all five right!) and the giant Connect Four game seen here -

You can't beat the convenience and value of this place. You drive up, park easily, eat and hang out all night for $60 per person? Please tell me somewhere else that I can get that kind of a deal. I can't think of a comparable night out. You go to a Heat game and you spend that on parking and a snack, plus the additional cost of the tickets. You can go to a few places in town where you might spend only $60 on your meal, but there's no way you're getting the 5 hours of entertainment that we got out of our Saturday night at Dave & Buster's. I highly recommend it as an affordable family activity or night out with friends. Got kids? Take 'em. No kids? The ones who are there won't bother you.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Eat It – Pride and Joy BBQ, 2800 N Miami Ave, Miami, FL

by Chef BoyarAndy

[Editors Note: Please click on the link and visit the website so you can jam to Stevie Ray Vaughn's magnum opus and the namesake of the restaurant. Woo, I'm bobbing my head to it right now.]

It appears that I have a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career of eating BBQ. Skills that can make me a nightmare or a savior for restaurants like you.

Consider this:

After my review of Hogzilla’s over-charging my group, they shut down.

After my review of Yardbird their business picked up so much they are opening a new location in NYC. I’m hoping taking credit for their well deserved success will earn me a lifetime supply of fried chicken and bourbon…a man can dream, right?

I was pleasantly surprised to see that Myron Mixon is the man behind Pride and Joy. If you are a fan of random cooking shows late at night you have probably seen him on BBQ Pitmasters that comes on Destination America.

We share similar ideals on good ‘cue…he’s a whole hog man that later worked to include brisket, ribs, chicken etc.  Most North Carolinians like me will tell you that BBQ (always a noun, never a verb) starts and ends with whole hog.  There are few things in life that are better than eating ‘que that just smoked for 14 hours with perfectly crisp pieces of pork skin.

Having only been once so far with our fearless leader Colin, the soon-to-be Mrs. Colin, and our buddy Greg that gave up on big city Miami life to move back to Oklahoma to marry his fiancée that is too pretty and too smart for him I don’t have a feeling for the full menu yet but what we had was quite tasty.

The fried pickles (which I’m told are pickled in-house) were excellent.  The burnt ends (brisket tips that are removed after smoking and simmered in a sauce for another couple of hours) weren’t traditional Kansas City style which would have had them in a thick smoky barbeque sauce but were still quite good in their thinner, stock-like sauce.  The pulled pork was as expected…perfectly cooked, slightly smoky and in ample portion.

There are a few menu items that seem pretty gimmicky to me that my fellow diners tried and weren’t impressed with…the pulled pork eggrolls and baby back mac being the two main offenders.  Overall we were all very pleased with the food though…the beer selection was excellent as well.

I think we were all a little surprised at how big the place is…they have a huge outdoor patio with a covered and uncovered section.  With our perfect weather this time of year I’d encourage you to sit outside…you are eating ‘cue by the way so it is fitting.

If you are inside take note of a couple of pretty cool accoutrements (I like saying that word in a thick French accent):  The truck that was turned into a bar, the giant bulls head that has shotguns for horns, and the wall made of beer cans.  This really is my kind of joint.

Give this place a shot…the servers are friendly, the food was tasty and the prices are fair.  Miami needs more places like Pride and Joy.

Pride & Joy BBQ on Urbanspoon

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Miami Restaurant Graveyard

In doing some cleaning up around the house I went through my match collection to find these relics of old Miami food-dom -  

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Editorializing the South Florida Daily Blog

I was pretty annoyed to see Rick at SFDB refer to my recent blog entry on Johnny Rockets thusly - 

IEat It, Miami suggests you check out the grill man with the "black sounding" name at Johnny Rockets next time you're at Aventura.
Dude is so fast and good at the burger preparation that you are mesmerized by him. I've always gotten a kick out of when people have such good training, practice, and muscle memory, that their craft is as second nature as walking and breathing, and this guy is in that category.

Reading the entire passage shows the context in which I made the comment; a funny one in my opinion. I try to keep it light around here. Rick's implication, I assume, is that I'm a racist because I said "black sounding," and he certainly intends his readers to gather something from the phrase since it's highlighted with quotation marks and plucked from my text. Please read the review and let me know what you think, by all means.

Rick holds himself out as a blog aggregator and reviewer, but he clearly has an axe to grind, one of the many being that he despises South Florida and its residents, mentioning daily the vapidity of our culture, the stupidity of our populace, the incompetence of our police, and the corruption of our civic leaders. You'll have to look pretty hard to find anything positive other than a silly picture once in a while. I wish he'd move because he's clearly not happy and brings a dark cloud over our community. He belongs in Seattle or Boston.

This is how Rick boiled down a very intelligently written essay on the Daily Beast today, while including a photo of its author, you know, just in case you see her in public sometime, I assume, in case you want to say something nasty like Rick would probably do - 
             I'd also like us to encourage people to gang rush shooters, rather than following their instincts to hide; if we drilled it into young people that the correct thing to do is for everyone to instantly run at the guy with the gun, these sorts of mass shootings would be less deadly, because even a guy with a very powerful weapon can be brought down by 8-12 unarmed bodies piling on him at once. Would it work? Would people do it? I have no idea; all I can say is that both these things would be more effective than banning rifles with pistol grips.

-Megan McArdle [above], The Daily Beast

         I can just see the teacher instructing her students: "Kids, when the madman with the assault

        rife comes through the door, I want the class to run toward him. Susie and Billy, you lead."


        Most conservatives apparently would rather sacrifice America's children than ever consider
       doing anything about the availability of guns in this country.
       Truly amazing.

Right, that's what conservatives want, Rick. They want kids to die at the hands of mad gunmen. 

Here is the comment I left after reading that and then clicking through to read the article in its entirety, since I have learned that Rick's intense political leanings highly influence the tone of his site.

Rick, I think it's pretty irresponsible of you to boil down a 4500 word essay into one paragraph taken out of context in an attempt to demonize someone you want to characterize as a "conservative," since you clearly despise people who identify themselves as such. Did you read the entire article? It's pretty long and I know you skim a lot of stuff, but when you post something like this, it has an effect on that person's reputation, since people implicitly trust you to share the news that you've ostensibly reviewed. You're trying to pigeon hole this woman when her response was an extremely well thought out and nuanced argument leading to her conclusion. It'd be more informative if you'd included at least the paragraph before and after, or at the minimum, the paragraph in its entirety. Kind of like how you took "black sounding" out of context from my recent post about Johnny Rockets, I assume to make me sound like a racist. I'm beginning to think you're a real dick.

"It would certainly be more comfortable for me to endorse doing something symbolic--bring back the 'assault weapons ban'--in order to signal that I care.  But I would rather do nothing than do something stupid because it makes us feel better.  We shouldn't have laws on the books unless we think there's a good chance they'll work: they add regulatory complexity and sap law-enforcement resources from more needed tasks.  This is not because I don't care about dead children; my heart, like yours, broke about a thousand times this weekend.  But they will not breathe again because we pass a law.  A law would make us feel better, because it would make us feel as if we'd "done something", as if we'd made it less likely that more children would die.  But I think that would be false security. And false security is more dangerous than none.  

My guess is that we're going to get a law anyway, and my hope is that it will consist of small measures that might have some tiny actual effect, like restrictions on magazine capacity.  I'd also like us to encourage people to gang rush shooters, rather than following their instincts to hide; if we drilled it into young people that the correct thing to do is for everyone to instantly run at the guy with the gun, these sorts of mass shootings would be less deadly, because even a guy with a very powerful weapon can be brought down by 8-12 unarmed bodies piling on him at once.  Would it work?  Would people do it?  I have no idea; all I can say is that both these things would be more effective than banning rifles with pistol grips.  

But I doubt we're going to tell people to gang rush mass shooters, because that would involve admitting that there is no mental health service or "reasonable gun control" which is going to prevent all of these attacks.  Which is to say, admitting that we have no box big enough to completely contain evil."   

I encourage you, if you have some time, to read Megan McArdle's Daily Beast article here, and to draw your own conclusions. Rick thinks the woman wants children to get shot by lunatics and wants you to think that that's how "most conservatives" feel. Maybe there's a different side to it than that, you think? My only issue is that there are about 20 typos in the thing. I mean, do people have editors anymore? They just post the stuff? Kind of unprofessional, methinks.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Eat It - Johnny Rockets, Aventura Mall, Aventura, FL

I don't know if the guy is well known or anything, but the grill man at the Johnny Rockets at Aventura Mall is a site to behold. His name is Roland maybe? Something that starts with an "R" and kind of black sounding like that. Reginald? Someone help me out here.

Dude is so fast and good at the burger preparation that you are mesmerized by him. I've always gotten a kick out of when people have such good training, practice, and muscle memory, that their craft is as second nature as walking and breathing, and this guy is in that category.

I did some Christmas shopping on Sunday and grabbed an afternoon snack at the counter: Original with cheddar cheese and a chocolate shake. Anyone who could see him was transfixed by a man who was quite obviously in the zone. It reminds me of a segment in a movie I watched recently on Netflix called "Happy." In it, they interview people from all walks of life, including an Indian peasant who pulls a rickshaw and lives in a shack but it as happy as can be. Probably a lot happier than your average corporate lawyer in Manhattan, I'd wager. They also show a grill man in the U.S. who loves his job. This guy struck me as that kind. He doesn't think his life sucks just because he can't buy the Maserati that's parked in the middle of the mall. He's getting satisfaction from a job well done, and I respect that tremendously. That goes for most of the staff at Johnny Rockets, come to think of it.

If you find yourself at Aventura with a hamburger hankering, pull up a stool at the counter of Johnny Rockets on the third floor and catch the show. Plus, it's a great value. 16 bucks all in for burger, shake and generous tip.

The old blog sure has taken a philosophical turn as of late, but hey, it's good for you to think once in a while. Now you can go back to the random stuff that has nothing to do with anything but distracting you from real life.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Eat It - The Alibi, 218 Española Way, Miami Beach, FL (305)674-3448

There's a dilemma one experiences while reviewing so-called "hidden gems" and "best kept secrets." The problem is that one wants these places to thrive but not get too popular and thus become inaccessible, but that's not really up to us to decide as consumers. We don't want this place to be so well kept a secret that it doesn't last, and I am surprised at how rarely others have heard of the Alibi when discussing casual dining places in Miami. So here goes...

I was first introduced to the Alibi by my friend, Ben, a great guy who passed away just over a month ago at the terribly young age of 34 from complications due to his diabetes. It's hard to believe and it hasn't really sunk in, but it prompted a group of close friends that day to head over to the Abbey for a few beers, and then to the Alibi, one of his favorite spots in Miami, to commiserate and grab a bite the day we found out about his untimely demise.

Located within Lost Weekend, one of the few remaining dive bars on South Beach for those of us who bemoan the bottle service and velvet rope culture that's permeated our town, the Alibi is simply a dining counter that doesn't even take orders. You place yours with the bartender on duty and he or she will pass along the instructions to whoever's slaving away on the grill.

Take a look at the menu and you'll find among the many offerings my favorites: the Chicken 'n Cheese, with optional just-like-they-make-'em-in-Philly Cheese Whiz for 9 bucks, the Writer's Block, which you could consider something like a Deluxe Chicken/Steak 'n Cheese with all the fixins for 11 bucks, piping hot, crispy, savory Truffled French Fries for 6 bucks, and the best Margherita Pizza in town for 10. Check out the fresh basil and balsamic drizzle. This is gourmet bar food on the cheap. mmmmmmmmmm -

I don't know anyone who doesn't love this place. I know plenty of people who think that Lost Weekend is kind of lame. It never has much energy, which is ironic since I've seen so many people openly doing coke in its bathroom. You know, unlike most bars in Miami. I do like that the jukebox has a wide selection and is rarely monopolized. There's also a foosball table on which I've kicked many an ass. There are several pool tables, a punching machine, etc. You'd think the place that has it all would be a ton of fun but it just isn't. I think the crowd it attracts is an unusual one. Maybe the owners like it that way for whatever reason.

But the Alibi! Oh, the Alibi. I love it so. If you haven't been, check it out. You won't be disappointed.

Back to the man who introduced me to the Alibi, my pal, Ben.

Ben was a lover of life. He didn't half-ass anything. As we mourned him and recounted stories of our respective relationships with him, I told a few friends and relatives about the fact that you didn't just go to lunch with Ben. It was an adventure. If he wanted you to accompany him to lunch, he'd call you up and say something like "Alright dude, this is what we're gonna do. You're gonna swing by my house, get on the boat, and we'll cruise up to Duffy's." On the way we'd look at some waterfront mansions. Like A-Rod's, near Mr. Sinai Hospital -

Man that place is sweet.

We'd take four, five hours for a lunch mission. If he had a barbecue, there would be several courses, starting around 2pm and the production wouldn't cease until at least 9 or 10.

I suffer from fairly serious headaches, including migraines, from time to time. Once when I was at Ben's house years ago, I mentioned that I wasn't feeling so great and he offered to make me a coffee, since caffeine is a great remedy for headaches. He concocted for me a professional espresso with foamed milk and sweetened with agave nectar, which is low on the glycemic index and good for him since he suffered from severe Type 1 Diabetes since age 14. When he'd made me that elaborate, delicious coffee, I remember like it was yesterday saying to him, "Ben, you really get a lot out of life, don't you?" He replied "you only go around once, my friend." I knew he meant it like he savored every moment he had in this world. If you had the pleasure of spending any significant amount of time with him, you know that that is how he approached pretty much everything in life. Kind of how the Alibi makes simple things like Margherita Pizza and Steak 'n Cheese into gourmet fare. If you're gonna make a sandwich, make it the best goddamned sandwich you ever had, because you just don't know, it may be your last.

At his memorial service just days after he passed, his sister Katie put it this way, to the crowd of hundreds in attendance: "Ben always chose the path of most excitement." Couldn't have said it better.

I'm going to close by posting a photo that encapsulates Ben to a tee. He was easygoing, friendly to everyone he met, a lover of the good things in life like nice clothes, very fine scotch and tobacco. He loved California. He loved good times and great people and he surrounded himself with all of those things. There is an enormous void that is left in his absence. I will think of him often for the rest of my life. Here Ben stood during a wedding reception, in a custom-made suit, on the California coast, scotch in one hand, Nat Sherman cigarette in the other, bringing a little sunshine from the eponymous state to a group of his best friends.


Friday, November 9, 2012

I don't know why anyone would get into the restaurant business...

I'm often heard saying that I can't believe so many people want to get into the restaurant business. It's one of the reasons I try not to be too hard on restaurants that I review unless I've had a truly dreadful experience.

You'll notice that in businesses where there's a lot of money to be made, people don't do lots of appearances and write books all of the time because they're busy being productive at their craft. If the restaurant business were so lucrative, then people like Gordon Ramsey wouldn't have half a dozen TV shows and be flying all over the world making appearances. It's a hustle.

Check out Todd English's latest legal woes. He's a notoriously cocky Boston-based chef and restaurateur -

Friday, October 5, 2012

Eat It - 100 Montaditos, 244 Biscayne Blvd, Miami, FL (786)347-3065

So, uh, I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I went on line to look up the address and then remembered that the downtown location of 100 Montaditos is in my building. The one where I live. I should probably know that address, right? What am I, five years old? Smh.

That means "shaking my head," by the way. It's the new OMG.

My fiancee, our friend Krystal and I all intended to hit up the food truck roundup on Biscayne the other night, but by the time I was done visiting my friend SoBe Cash Money's new doggie, the food trucks were all gone. I have a real love-hate relationship with food trucks. Basically, I love Gastropod and I hate everyone else who has anything to do with food trucks or even mentions them in a sentence. Let's all stand in a long line and wait forever for our food and then have nowhere to sit! Doesn't that sound great?

Food trucks only make sense in New York City where people walk everywhere and they have a bazillion options on every block of the biggest city in the country. It's just about the stupidest thing in the world to drive somewhere and then wait in line with 50 people while everything runs out and some hipster douche bag with an iPad "cash register" rolls his eyes at you for wanting to eat food when you're hungry.

I have to go back in the story for a second. The doggie that made me late? This little girl -

I think it's pretty understandable that I wouldn't want to leave. She's about the size of a large hamburger. And yes, you kind of want to eat her because she's so cute. I don't mean the way Koreans put dog on pizza. I mean the way you want to nibble on a baby's little fingers. Like my newly born niece, Lily, whom I can't wait to see next week! Oh, you want another adorable photo you say? But this post will just be too freakin' cyawt!!!! Ok, my usually tough exterior has clearly been softened by the universal cuteness I am being subjected to. I relent -

100 Montaditos has pretty cute sandwiches, come to think of it. They're tiny. But they're cheap. And on Wednesdays, they're really cheap. How cheap? $1. And everything on the menu is that price. A beer? Nah, that can't possibly be only $1. They probably charge more for beer, right? That insanely low price only applies to the tiny sandwiches, I bet. Wrong! Large salad? $1. Plate o' meat? $1. Everything that they sell in the restaurant is $1 on Wednesdays, so after you fill out a little card with your selections, you hand it in to the cashier and they multiply $1 by the number of items you ordered. Your receipt conveniently displays the normal prices so you can see just how much you're saving on Wednesday nights. I'd highly recommend that you experience this deal. Especially if you live in my building and can get to this place faster than you can find your car in our enormous parking garage.

The downside? The tiny sandwiches that are filled with pretty much anything you can think of, like jamon serrano and tortilla espanyola, there's a dessert sandwich with guava and cream cheese, there are gringo offerings like pulled pork. The downside, I say? They are loaded with salt. You will realize it when you're digesting your meal and your feet start to swell and you feel the need to drink 10 glasses of water before bed. But it's worth it. I am a disgusting pig so I ate 10 sandwiches, and even though they're very small, 10 of them is a pretty decent amount of food and I felt totally stuffed by the end of the meal. Luckily, all I had to do was walk 20 steps to my building and take the elevator up.

The crowd was young and hip and lively. Pretty much everyone in the place was elated to be eating so cheaply. It's kind of like how I have trouble evaluating restaurants when my meal has been paid for. It's just better when you don't have to pay, and $1 per food item is almost like not paying at all. Kind of a little inflation lesson there, isn't it, dear readers. Told ya you learn something when you visit this blog.

And today it's just so darn cute!

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Delicious Interview

This might be our first interview, huh. That's pretty sweet. And by sweet I mean, it's about cookies. I mean "we mean." Excuse me, "we" mean, "we mean." Got it?

Anthea Ponsetti is the purveyor of Om Nom Nom Cookies. We sat down at our respective computers (she actually replied via iPhone, so maybe she was standing at the time) and typed out the following witty banter -

EIM: Hi Anthea. You're the first Anthea whom I've ever met*. You probably get that a lot. Please, tell us a little bit about yourself.

*we haven't actually met (or have we?...let's not forget about other parallel universes...

AP: I actually get that a lot. I'm tall, my father is Cuban my mother is English, I like wearing black, I cook in high heels, I love baking and listening to music.

EIM: "Om Nom Nom Cookies." Is that like one of them onomatopoeias or something?

AP: Yes, it's an onomatopoeia. It's the happy sound you make while scarfing Om Nom Nom Cookies.

EIM: What makes you guys so special? I mean, I can go to Publix and buy like all kinds of delicious cookies: Oreos, Doube Stuf Oreos, Mini Oreos, Oreos shaped like footballs. And I guess there are other cookies, too.

AP: Our cookies are artisanal and have a homemade look and feel. Plus our branding is stellar. Cool comes to mind. Om Nom Nom Cookies are not your every day run-of-the-mill cookie. We've managed to keep the Keebler Elves at bay.

EIM: What prompted you to get into the cookie biz? Sweet tooth? Life-long obsession with Sesame Street? Disaffected lawyer?

AP: Massive sweet teeth. I love the fact that dessert is purposefully eaten at the end of a meal. It's a great way to wrap everything because it's such an endorphin rush, a wonderful final note of the evening. Sharing sweets with others is a great feeling, too: our clients are happy to see us, customers give us fun feedback, etc. It's hardly a thankless business.

EIM: How do we get our hands on your delicious cookies? Assuming they are delicious, that is.

AP: Delicious they are but hey, you gotta try them to become a believer. With that said, you can find our cookies are places like Panther Coffee, The Corner, O Cinema, The Newsstand at Books & Books, Lemoni Cafe, Coral Gables Art Cinema, Urban Brew Cafe in Ft. Lauderdale, Granny Feelgood's, and Green Gables Cafe to name a few. You can find a complete list on We're all over Miami, and constantly taking on new, cool clients.

EIM: Are all vegans registered Democrats? If so, why?

AP: Monsanto lobbies in strong favor of Republican Party legislation. They also give Republican candidates more money. All things considered, I'd say there's a good chance.

EIM: In Roald Dahl's The BFG, the main character, a giant, has ears so enormous that he can hear the screams of plants when they are yanked from the ground. If that's true, then shouldn't we really not be eating anything at all? I mean, wouldn't that be even cooler than veganism?

AP: I see you are well read. This isn't a far cry from a conversation I once had with someone regarding a stalk of broccoli's "consciousness." Let's suspend disbelief for a moment and assume that vegetables had a nervous system which controlled lungs, a requisite condition for screaming. How could they breath underground? If we could live off good vibes alone, I'm pretty sure some people could, in fact, live forever. I take it you're up for the challenge. Let me know how that goes.

EIM: Do you know Lolo? She's cool. I bet she'd like your cookies.

AP: I do and she does. Meatless Miami (the blog she runs) gave us a shout on their Twitter just recently. Maybe they'll even get around to giving us a proper review!

Monday, August 6, 2012

Super Miami Bro

This -

"This" is what you say when you think something is awesome now. I like it 'cause it's easy.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Eat It - Yardbird Southern Table and Bar, 1600 Lenox Avenue Miami Beach, FL (305) 538-5220

by Chef BoyarAndy

I’m Southern. I grew up in the backwoods of North Carolina. To get to my house you had to find nowhere on a map, go to the middle, make a right and go a little farther. I was raised on my grandmother’s fried chicken, my dad’s macaroni and cheese, my mother’s banana pudding and my grandfather’s homemade peach ice cream. You can’t fool me when it comes to Southern cooking.

After my first visit to Yardbird a few months ago I was so pleasantly surprised that I decided to wait on writing a review. It can’t be that good all the time can it? My second visit with my college roommate and his lovely wife was just as fantastic but included enough bourbon to make Julian Van Winkle ( blush so I decided to go back a third time before offering my thoughts.

As you know, hyperbole is something we frown upon ( . By definition it is an exaggeration…a non-literal statement that isn’t genuine. Everything about Yardbird is genuine…mason jars, moonshine, grits, fried okra and bourbon. 

These may read like hyperbole but I mean them rather sincerely:

The fried chicken is as good as you will ever have. The short rib meatloaf and fried green tomato BLT are worthy of a Michelin star on their own. The macaroni and cheese is better than your grandmother used to make. Charleston SC used to be known for having the best shrimp and grits…nevermore.

The magic that Chef Jeff McInnis is making at Yardbird really shouldn’t surprise anyone that knows his background. North Florida, a farm in Alabama, Charleston SC…you won’t find better places for inspiration for Southern cooking. But come on, this is Miami…the land of fake, a place where style wins over substance and not a place where a restaurant that is based on Southern values would tend to fit in. Visit Yardbird any night of the week and you’ll see that they are way past fitting in…they are thriving.

From their website: “Growing up Southern is a privilege. It runs a helluva lot deeper than just where you’re born. It’s a set of ideals passed down through generations. Sure, it’s about sweet tea and swimmin’ holes, front porches and fried chicken, magnolias and Moon Pies. But more importantly, it’s about being devoted to your roots; having a sense of place, of tradition, of family, hard work and each other. And those, my friends, should be universal ideals.”

I can say without hesitation, Yardbird is my favorite restaurant in Miami.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Watch, Please!

The new season of Check, Please! begins tonight at 7:30 on WPBT2. If, somehow, you've never seen it, it's a show hosted by local chef and restaurateuse (that's gotta be the female version), Michelle Bernstein, in which she talks to three regular folks about their experiences at three different South Florida restaurants. Each guest goes to all three, so the viewer gets a range of opinions.

The season premiere features 3 firefighters. Chicks love those guys -

Friday, May 18, 2012

Eat It - Strip Steakhouse, 801 Brickell Bay Dr, Miami, FL (305)364-5384

Our experience at Strip Steakhouse reminded me of a scene from the Simpsons when Homer and Marge flew first class for the first time -

Stewardess - Sir, what would you like for dinner? A steak or 2 steaks?
Homer - Can I have both?

Since Chef BoyarAndy and I were there with an old friend who's moved out of town, it was a celebration of sorts and we decided to try several of the exotic meats on the menu. Hence, we ordered 4 steaks and three sides for the 3 of us -

Ostrich (good but not as good as kangaroo)
Venison (breaded, crispy and tender)
Kangaroo (all the female readers just went "awwww" and now hate us) - it was the unanimous winner
Bison Rib Eye (good but not as good as regular rib eye)

I thought all four were delicious. Our waiter recommended that we order them medium, since at Strip they cook things on the rare side. It was good advice. They were plenty rare at medium.

Sides -

Mashed Potatoes (covered in the usual baked potato accoutrements: sour cream, cheese, chives) *cough*throwsomebaconbitsontheretooplease
Creamed Corn (prepared kind of like cole slaw, so good)
Lobster Mac 'n Cheese (no description necessary)

Since that's not nearly enough for 3 grown men in the greatest country in the history of civilization and overindulgence, we got an order of s'mores for dessert as well as one bread pudding. ChefBoyarAndy had never had s'mores before. He grew up too fancy for them I guess since he usually flambés something when he eats dessert. Maybe they're a Northern thing and he never had them growin' up in Ca-lina. He really should have referred to them as "somes" I suppose...(grandfather humor right there). The s'mores were great, but all those ingredients just come out of a box. Fun to make at a restaurant anyway. The bread pudding had a decent amount of bourbon poured on it. Not sure that was necessary but it didn't hurt it. Not an amazing dessert or anything.

Strip is not the fanciest place in the world. It has the interior of something like a cross between a Steak 'n Shake and a strip club and the building that houses it, The Four Ambassadors, is pretty old but charming and "Old Florida." The waitresses are dressed like the cocktail girls at strip clubs. I mean, that's what Chef BoyarAndy told me anyway. I'm not that familiar with such establishments but he seemed to know a LOT about them. By the way, did you hear that a guy died while getting a lap dance recently? I'm sure it happened in Florida. Damn, it was in Texas.

They have those bustier tops that push their boobs up to their chins. Which is nice. We were discussing how funny it would be if they pretended it was a strip club but just didn't have any strippers. Like the DJ would announce "Brandy to the main stage." Maybe the residents of the building wouldn't be too crazy about that. Hey, take it up with Chef BoyarAndy!

Everyone is quite friendly at Strip, and we were delighted to see our pal Mark, the old manager from Chophouse, a place we initially thought was pretty bad, but grew to love. Mark is now managing Strip. You'll recognize him because he has a voice about as raspy as Harvey Fierstein (please watch entire video before resuming restaurant review)...

And we're back. Really the only problem with the meal was that for some reason they decided to test out the sound system at the end of our meal by blaring dancehall music. Um, we can vouch for its quality. It can go really, really, really loud.

Steaks are about 50 bucks, pretty standard. You'll probably spend $80-100 per person when you eat there. I'd check it out if I were you. 

Last note: parking sucks around Brickell Bay Drive now. They've taken away a lot of the street parking and everyone lives around there now. Best to save the time and just valet for like 7-10 bucks.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Cheap Bites Bites the Dust

Though I find the idea of a "celebrity chef" preposterous and annoying as hell, my friends and I were looking forward to watching Eddie Huang's "Cheap Bites."

We were even holding our collective breath that we could show him around town when visiting Miami after producers for the show contacted us. It makes sense, since we pride ourselves on eating at and going out to good, cheap places. They have more character and less obnoxious customers. Like, I'd much rather have a burger at Steak n Shake than at Shake Shack. We were contacted by producers for the show a couple of months ago to give some recommendations, as I'm sure other local food bloggers were.

Just found out today that the show's been cancelled, and that's too bad. He's a funny guy and has great tv presence and charisma. He also reminds me a little of my college roommate who's Korean, from Long Island, and has a law degree. Not the same, but kind of similar. Huang is Taiwanese and from DC originally but he talks like he's from NYC. I guess that's why he's a 'Skins fan.

Go Bills!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Bargain Bite

I'm not sure if they like it to be written "Bargain Bite" or "bargain bite" or "BargainBite" but I just stumbled upon an email from them while looking for another email. It's tough, keeping up with that email. You know?

Anyone use bargainBITE before? Well, in January of 2011, they had a deal for $15 for $30 at El Gran Inka, which I hear is a pretty good place.

If you pay $15 for $30 worth of food, doesn't that just make the food worth $15? This whole coupon thing mystifies me. Like, if people pay X amount for something, isn't that the price? Isn't that what capitalism is? Sometimes I think I'm living on a different planet than everyone else. Sigh...

Friday, April 20, 2012

Read It - Memorial Day Weekend Update

We heard today from a very senior Miami Beach official that the city has come up with some interesting ways to combat the hooliganism and general disorder that is an inevitable part of what is unofficially know has "Urban Beach Week"/"Hip Hop Weekend" in Miami Beach. The weekend and city have been plagued by many of the same problems that events like Atlanta's defunct Freaknik and New York City's Puerto Rican Day Parade have suffered in the past. Those include public intoxication, illegal weapons, sexual assault, and drive-by shootings. Quite obviously, it is a small minority of the party goers who are engaged in this behavior, since, if the hundreds of thousands in attendance all behaved that way, then it would be utter mayhem.

As usual, a few bad apples spoil it for everyone.

Well, after examining the data compiled over the last few years, Miami Beach has gotten smart. It turns out that almost 80% of the arrests are of people who live within driving distance of Miami Beach. Tourists who have flown in and bought hotel rooms are not the stupid thugs who cause the problems. They're also unlikely to have packed handguns for the trip, we'd guess.

So, with the focus on people who are driving in to the Beach, they've come up with some novel solutions for Memorial Day Weekend, including:

- DUI checkpoints on the eastbound (incoming) side of MacArthur Causeway (I-395).
- License plate scanners to determine if visitors are driving stolen or unregistered cars.
- Looped traffic patterns that discourage "cruising."

Sounds like a pretty creative way to get things under control. Let's see how it goes. We're assuming that the goal this year is for no one to get killed. It's a good goal.

A lot of the Miami Beach residents we know leave town for the weekend. If you are sticking around, please be forewarned that the traffic will be extra hellacious. Hopefully it's worth it, and no one gets hurt this year.

Please don't interpret any of this as an indictment of the event or rap culture or anything like that. We love rap. We love hip hop culture. And we love black people more than Jerry Maguire!

With that, we'll leave you with our favorite new song, recently released by a man many love to hate, but whom we love, Kanye West -

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Read It - Bourdain in Eater

Anthony Bourdain has his finger on the pulse of food pretty much worldwide. He's traveled so much and met so many people that he has a really broad base of knowledge of food and culture. He was recently interviewed by Eater, a website that is pretty much everything I wish this were if I had a board of directors and a journalism and web background and lots of seed money, but it's just a hobby, so it's a sloppy blog. Oh well.

He talks about trends in restaurants and the current food and chef culture in a way that I haven't read before, hipsters, snobby food critics' loss of influence, and Marilyn Hagerty's infamous Olive Garden review. Great interview. Read it here.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Eat It - T-Mex Evolution, 235 14th Street, Miami Beach, FL (305)538-3009

OH MAN, what a crappy name for a restaurant! It used to be called Tacos San Loco or Taco San Loco. I'm not sure which. They actually sound the same when you say them out loud. That was a pretty cool name, but I heard there was a restaurant somewhere else that had the same name and they had to drop it. But guess what! The food didn't get any less awesome with the name change. [Hint: you guys could just change the name again to something way less retarded. Like Loco Taco or Taco Loco or Sobe Tacos. Maybe Sobe is trademarked, but that's not really fair since it's a neighborhood and the company is based in Connecticut. The dude who founded Sobe Beverage went to Tufts, btw. Yeah 'Bos!]

Eat It, Miami contributor and all-around great dude*, Chef BoyarAndy, had never been to T-Mex, and last Friday night, after a few $4 beers at Zeke's, we decided to head there and introduce him.

We each had a Guaco Loco (similar in concept to the old Taco Bell Double Decker Taco), which has a hard corn taco shell surrounded by a soft flour tortilla with guacamole in between, and beef or chicken or tofu or beans, lettuce, cheese and a half slice of tomato on top that is kind of hard to eat but looks cool, and hot sauce. You choose mild, hot, serious, or stupid. If you order mild, the waiter will heckle you, so just order medium or hotter. So, so, so good. It is one of the things you must try in Miami, like the burger at Le Tub.

But there's also something called a Queso Loco, that substitutes cheese for the guacamole sandwiched between the taco shell and the soft tortilla. I'd never had one in all of my twenty or thirty trips to T-Mex. Well, I'm glad that I went for it, because, as my moans of ecstasy revealed, the melted cheesy middle was the most delicious I'd experienced at T-Mex. So get your ass over there and order a Queso Loco and a Guaco Loco.

It's one of the best places for late-night food on South Beach. And if you need a drink, The Deuce is right across the street. And if you get hungry after you go there, you can go to Sandwicherie for yet another bite. And then you can go to Lost Weekend and have another drink and eat at the Alibi sandwich counter inside there if you're still hungry. And so on, and so forth.

*Chef BoyarAndy is known to take a coozie along with him to keep his beer cold and his hand warm and dry. He almost always has an extra one or more for his buddies. Even when one of them lost his favorite Bushwood Country Club coozie at Miami Chophouse once.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Eat It - Miami Beach Botanical Garden Food Truck Court

Just like last year, the Miami Beach Botanical Garden, located here, is hosting a food truck court during its annual Garden Tour tomorrow, 3/17. This is a rare opportunity to sample some gourmet food prepared inside an automobile without driving over one of those terrible causeways that allow tourists and mainlanders onto our precious, precious tropical paradise.

This year's trucks are The Fish Box, Latin Burger, Sugar Yummy Mama, and my personal favorite, Gastropod. Glad that Cheeseme isn't there this year because last year when I volunteered at the event and finally had a few minutes to eat, I waited in their line for 15 minutes only to have some douchebag with an iPad tell me they were closing up and leaving an hour before the advertised time. Couldn't have told me that when I was at the end of the line? Seriously, screw that food truck. Whoever runs that business has no clue what he or she is doing. A couple of years ago they opened in the back of a nightclub with no license and now their Twitter account is no longer active. And I wrote a glowing review of that (unbeknownst to me) unlicensed restaurant! Who knows, maybe they got shut down again. Point is, they're not there. But Gastropod is! 

Also, you should get tickets and tour the gardens of the wealthy people who are kind enough to let a bunch of strangers trample their grass to raise money for the Miami Beach Botanical Garden. You probably didn't even know it existed but it's a great place. Very good for events like big parties and weddings and it was recently renovated by superstar landscape architect Raymond Jungles (he did that really cool block of Lincoln Rd next to the fancy parking garage). Read below for details (click on photos to enlarge them for easier reading).

Friday, March 9, 2012

Eat It - Taqueria El Mexicano, 521 Southwest 8th Street, Miami, FL (305)858-1160

I have a feeling that people are gonna be all "you've never been to Taqueria El Mexicano before?!" Again. Look, I didn't grow up here. I used to come here like once a year to visit my grandparents when I was a little kid, then I spent more time when my parents moved here when I was at boarding school. And now I've lived here full time for like 6 years. So I'm catching up, alright people/mi gente?

We went there because my buddy Larry and I always eat tacos when we eat dinner together. We like to talk about music and politics and eat tacos. It's just our thing. It's pretty awesome.

Larry heard from someone that this place was good, but he didn't actually remember exactly what it was called or where exactly on Calle Ocho it was located, so we drove down 7th St (since 8th is one-way 'round those parts) until SW16th Ave before coming all the way back down Calle Ocho looking for the restaurant. It's only two blocks west of I-95, so no need to waste all of that gas. It's like $4 a gallon now, Larry! Good thing the place was so awesome.

Taqueria El Mexicano is a very casual dining experience. No table clothes or anything. Very "old fashioned downtown diner." You seat yourself and the waitresses come right over and take your order. The service was perfectly fine and our waitress was very friendly, but I could see the service getting slow on a really busy night. Though there was steady business last night, it was not packed.

We each got a bowl of pozole and a taco platter (3 for $7.50). So good! And cheap! That's what most reviews you read will say about this place. Like if you go on Yelp or one of those sites where people who are way less hilarious than we are give restaurant recommendations.

The food is just as good as Mercadito at about 1/4 the price. The tortillas are small and made of corn. The pozole is a little spicy and rich and flavored with tons of fat and has large hominy pieces. The tacos come in many varieties like cochinita pibil and al pastor. There are lots of other menu items that I'd like to try like their tortas and burritos and enchiladas. There will be many more opportunities because I intend to go back very soon. You can eat well for about 15 bucks at this place, even if you're a fairly big eater. That's a muy good deal and I highly recommend the place.


I'm going to post a couple of YouTube videos of two of my favorite Mexican songs now. Enjoy.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Eat It - Driade, 4141 NE 2nd Avenue, Miami, FL (305)572-2901

Driade, the furniture store? Eat it? Colin, are you nuts? What am I, a termite?

I know you're not a termite, dude. Inside the Driade store, there's a restaurant called Fratelli Lyon. I guess they must be French-Italian, or something. Maybe their ancestors fled Italy when Mussolini was in power.

I had a lunch meeting there last week and was quite looking forward to dining there, since I've driven past the place (located in the Design District) about 1000 times on my way to visit my dearly departed grandmother, who lived for 6 years at the nearby Miami Jewish Home. She wasn't Jewish, but it's the best nursing home in the area, or so I am told.

I expected my fellow customers to be douchey hipsters and bratty trust fund babies who drive Range Rovers way too fast on side streets and wear their sunglasses all the time, but they seemed to be mostly business people. So I guess I was kind of disappointed and relieved by that at the same time. 

The service was quick and professional. We were seated immediately and waited on promptly and politely by a nice young Eastern European lady.

To drink, I had a Coke. They serve it in those little glass bottles. More expensive than fountain soda but it's way better out of the little bottle, of course. I'm pretty sure that everyone knows that.

Though the food was quite good, I found the prices a little high for such a casual dining experience. It really does feel as though you're eating in the middle of a furniture showroom and not in a restaurant. Almost like you're in a cafe at Bloomingdale's or something.

I ordered a delicious prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, lettuce and tomato sandwich on fresh toasty french bread (not on the online menu for some reason). It was excellent, though prosciutto is tough to eat in a sandwich. And I know that there's a chance I won't be able to take a bite without pulling out an entire slice of prosciutto, but I often order prosciutto in my sandwiches anyway. It's so chewy! The greens were French-style with a light and citrusy balsamic vinaigrette. Comes with a side of very good fries. The sandwich was around $14. Seems a bit expensive, doesn't it? Shouldn't it be like 8 bucks?

One thing I like to check when I intend to review a restaurant is the bathroom. If you need to use it, it's a rather important component of the enjoyment of the overall restaurant experience. And this one totally sucked. You walk around the corner to a back hallway and you feel like you're in that scene in Bad Boys when they're chasing the bad guys who just kidnapped Tea Leoni.

Amazing. That's the very clip I was looking for and it's the first one that came up when I searched for "Bad Boys Chase." The part I'm talking about starts around minute 2:20. Can you believe it's like that to get to the bathroom? I know, wild, right? Plus the door was propped open with a mop bucket and the fixtures look like they're made for a locker room from 1988. Not appropriate for a place that charges $14 for a sandwich, in my opinion.

That Bad Boys clip has so much great stuff in it, including a jogger who's wearing spandex that protrudes from his gym shorts like Andre Agassi used to do. Yes, somehow there's a photo of Andre Agassi Tebowing. The scene wraps up with a classic Michael Bay 360-degree camera shot of Will "Mike Looowery" Smith and Martin "Marcus Burnett" Lawrence after Mike saves Marcus from being run over by the bad guys. That's one of those movies you should really go back and watch if for nothing more than to see how much Miami has changed since 1995.

Try out Fratelli Lyon, even though the sandwiches cost $14. It's a cool venue in a trendy part of town and it's a lot more interesting than eating at Panera. I was just thinking that I probably shouldn't write that since I was recently invited to a Panera event and then went to look at the invitation and realized it was yesterday. That's too bad. Sorry I missed it. I'm pretty sure my Blackberry has failed me again on this one. And I actually like Panera, by the way, but you should try other things once in a while. Chains are great, but let's not eat at one every time we go out, ok?

Friday, January 27, 2012

Contest Time!

 We've been spoiled by popchips before. We tweeted like all about it and stuff. So you should know about them. Plus, our readers are sophisticated gourmands who keep up on all of the latest trends. Like when people were making foam out of stuff. Our readers did that a long time ago. All kinds of foams.

So, popchips are these way less unhealthy potato chips that aren't fried (0g of saturated or trans fat!). They aren't even baked. So how do they cook 'em? Duh, it's right in the name. They pop them.

Not only that, but they have lots of great flavors like your usual barbecue and sour cream & onion, but also crazy chip flavors you've never had like jalapeño and parmesan & garlic and now...they have introduced...sweet potato chips. That is PDE (pretty darn exciting), if you ask us.

So here's what we're going to do, dear readers. We're going to have a contest to come up with another great flavor idea. And we'll send my favorite on to the good people at popchips, and even though they might ignore us and not actually make the flavor we suggest to them, they will give the lucky winner of our hypothetical new flavor contest a big ol' box of popchips. So, let's come up with some, shall we?

To get your creative juices flowing, here's a photo of me eating popchips after a long day of saving orphans' sight and treating burn victims and also puppies. Oh wait, is that Patrick Dempsey? Oh, my bad. People are always confusing us. It's SO annoying. I have way fewer grey hairs in my beard.

Put your flavor suggestions right in the comments section, por favor.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Don't Eat It - Hogzilla's Inspired Barbecue, 1555 Washington Ave, Miami Beach, FL (305)538-7201

Smoked Duck Breast with Cornbread Pancakes, Sweet Potater Tots and, Uh, More Cornbread

So...this one started out as an "Eat It" review in the back-and-forth style made famous by our review of 8 Oz. Burger Bar. This is how it began -

Colin: So...what'd you think [of Hogzilla's], Chef BoyarAndy?

Chef BoyarAndy:  I had high hopes coming in Colin...which normally sets you up for a let down.  Not this time though.  It was all I hoped it would be.  Kinda like the first time I had Pappy Van Winkle bourbon or the first time I saw Boden dance.  Did you have a favorite dish?

Colin: I think I have your football in the back of the CCTV (Country Club Tailgating Vehicle, which we had driven to Dolphins game), btw. My car smells funny today. Shouldn't the restaurant just be called "Hogzilla"? I don't like that it's possessive. It's not owned by Hogzilla. I wasn't terribly hungry by the time we arrived at dinner since I'd eaten a decent amount of appetizers over at our warm-up at Chophouse, though that didn't stop me from trying most things we ordered as well as wanting to try several desserts. I'm also getting very hungry thinking back on the meal.  I loved the cornbread with maple butter. The pterodactyl wings were just a little spicy, crispy and delicious, though somewhat standard fare. The sweet potater tots were a fun surprise. I'd get those again. I wasn't crazy about the pork belly chicharrones (misspelled "chicharonnes" on the menu, btw). They were very fatty and gristly and just aren't necessary when you're eating pulled pork and greasy sausage and stuff. The service was excellent. The owner stopped by several times to make sure we were enjoying ourselves. I probably liked the beer can chicken the most. I could eat the redneck tacos with beer can chicken like every day for a month probably.

But then Chef BoyarAndy checked his receipt from the night, and all hell broke loose...

We present to you, Chef BoyarAndy's "Don't Eat It" review of Hogzilla's -

Disgust.  Anger.  Loathing.  Revulsion.

None of these have a place in describing the food at Hogzilla's.  The food was tasty, creative, well-executed and memorable.

They do have a place in describing my feeling toward the restaurant after a close inspection of my bill. 

$2 for "rocks?"  $2 FOR ROCKS??? 

Any bourbon drinker will tell you that cheap bourbon is for mixing at college football games, good bourbon is excellent over ice and Pappy Van Winkle only touches the glass and your tongue.  The words "Woodford on the rocks, please" come out of my mouth multiple times on any given weekend.  Never have I had a bar or restaurant add a charge for ice.  Notice they did it again on the Patron shots that my buddies visiting from DC had for dessert. Yes, they drink tequila for dessert.

I'm sure somebody out there is thinking "they could just charge you $14 and you'd have never known".  Not true...$11-$12 is the going rate for Woodford is $12 at Yardbird and Smith & Wollensky and $11 at Chophouse Miami.

I'm mad.  I'm mad that I feel taken advantage of. I'm mad that I can't give them an "Eat It" recommendation based on their food alone.  I'm mad that a BBQ joint with a "not on South Beach" feel to it does something so shady.

Maybe somebody at Hogzilla's will see this and change their policy...I truly hope so.

Until then...go to Yardbird.

P.S. Math tends to put things into perspective.  My local mini-mart will sell you three 10lb bags of ice for $5.  So for the $10 I spent on "rocks" I could have purchased 60lbs of ice.

You could also look at it this way...they are charging you $8 per ounce for the bourbon, since their "rocks" charge is 1/6 of the bourbon charge that makes their ice $1.33 per ounce.  That same 60lbs of ice we purchased earlier for $10?  Hogzilla's just charged you $1280.00.

Friday, January 13, 2012

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Remember the Frugal Gourmet? I really liked that guy. I wonder what happened to him. Oh, he died at age 65. This post got depressing. But at least I related it to food, right? Right?

I'm hungry.