Passionate Post

My brother J-Rad is a passionate guy. He detests people who cough on planes, the song 'We Are One', cheese cake and many things too un-pc to put in writing. So when he loves, he also loves passionately:

"Something has been on my mind recently. It holds me captive day and night in an inescapable cell: I am Andy Dufrene, but I don’t have a rock hammer or a poster of Rita Hayworth. I am Lincoln Burrows but Michael Schofield is not my brother.

…And to what do I owe this ongoing, esoteric, cerebral enslavement? The humble Japanese Curry, as prepared by the master chefs at Hanaichi."

Read the rest of his post  here.

Sandwich City

American’s must come to other countries and go “WTF - you call this a sandwich?”

Seriously, they may know nothing about coffee, but they sure know how to build a sandwich, and that’s saying something, because I usually loathe the humble ‘sanger’.

In New York, you order a turkey sub, and expect enough shaved bird to give you leftovers for dinner, and christmas next year. How people are expected to fit these things in their mouths, I know not. And just how many cans of tuna do they have to open to fill a tuna melt?

Mind-blowing, really. Here's one from Katz Deli:

mmm!

Signs of a Food Addict

It’s gotten way out of hand when:

1. The flirtatious Italian man, who owns the pizza place a block away, keeps offering you the keys to his boat.

“Take it out for the afternoon! I won’t come, you can have it all to yourself. Seriously!” he says.

Sure - you may dine there 4 times a week… but couldn’t he just make your pizza free?

2. You are at a bar in Brooklyn with two people who attended Clown College – FOR REAL! These people lead highly unusual lives and interesting conversation is a given!! However there was a taco truck at the back of the bar. Everywhere you look, people are eating burritos.

Despite having eaten just over an hour ago:

Level of concentration and effort in conversation = 0.

Level of thoughts about burritos and and tacos = 23.

So... I’ve decided to go “cold turkey” off both pizza and cheese. And just like not walking down the potato chip isle of a supermarket, it’s actually easier than I thought.

10 days dry and not counting.