garlic bread tells us about the date

October 8, 2008 by

He took her to a little spanish place on the inner harbor. It was a casual date, so they sat at the bar. He forgot she was a recovering alcoholic, but she wasn’t offended by the gaffe. He ordered me and a glass of wine (natch), the lady had a club soda, hold the lime. They talked. She ordered a refill. He talked. She nodded, especially when the topic came to Juliana Hatfield, his latest musical obsession (He just loves her guitar picking style, so melodic and wonderful, sometimes finding himself lost in her well-constructed choruses). But we digress, back to the date. He talked some more. About his blog (Editor’s note: Not this one). And his job- he writes for a website. She seemed bored or disinterested (maybe just playing hard to get?). She ordered yet another refill (He thought to himself, “Can you believe they charged me $4.50 for each club soda!? I think they should note that on the menu!”). He thought think she was drinking so much because she had nothing to say to him and needed an excuse to get up and go to the bathroom. He noticed she took her cell phone from the table (how rude to place it on the table in the first place, IMO) when she went to the powder room so she was probably calling a girlfriend of hers and telling her wonderful the date was going. When she returned he talked about politics. Then they parted ways (he picked up the bill, of course). He hopes she’ll call again. Criminy, being single is so lonely. I am covered in garlic, olive oil, and cheese.

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seared tuna’s latest diary (not bolg!!1) entry

October 2, 2008 by

dear diary,

the “appetizers” keep teasing me, saying that i’m not one of them. that i think that i’m better than them. i don’t think i’m better than anyone. i’m not even cooked! but it doesn’t matter, they all hate me. mom tells me it’s what’s on the inside that matters, but that’s the thing. they just call me “pink”. yeah, like that. i hate life. oh, well.

egg roll’s solution to the sub-prime debacle

September 26, 2008 by

“use the spicy asian dipping sauce!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(egg roll went to wharton)

LINEBACKER U TRADITION CONTINUES

September 17, 2008 by

Wooed by the notion of being part of a legacy, chicken fingers elected on Tuesday to commit to Penn State, appetizer blog has learned, becoming the 11th member of the 2014 class. Details to follow.

The most important draft of 2008

August 29, 2008 by

It’s the end of summer, which means pasty white men all over America are by force of habit drafting things. Why should this blog be any different? Behold, the first annual inaugural appetizer draft blog bonanza

geoff sanderson what!

geoff sanderson what!

Milt had the first pick. Woody (that’s me) didn’t. The format is as follows:

Pick number.  Selection/by whom–Useless commentary

  1. Buffalo Wings/milt — The original heavy hitter, the classic; Thurman Thomas
  2. Mozzarella Sticks / “Stix”/woody — Its ubiquity is only topped by its nearly impossible-to-fuck-up-ness
  3. Loaded Potato Skins/milt — This pick may have been a reach; would likely have been available later. Still, the scouts love this kid’s upside.
  4. Quesadillas/woody — Our first foreign-born draftee may indicate an all-cheese draft strategy taking shape. We’ll have to wait and find out. Vaminos!
  5. Chicken Fingers/milt — Can’t believe he fell this far! One day, we’ll look back at this and say, “what an excellent pick.”
  6. Boneless Buffalo Wings/woody — Our first controversial pick. Most pundits assumed that Wings and Tenders’ bastard cousin Boneless Buff was not draft eligible, but an 11th hour ruling by the draft committee meant BBW was able to get its paper work filed just before the midnight deadline. May prove to be the steal of the draft thus far. Boneless is “just happy to be here.” And you can bet motivated, too; this kid has something to prove.
  7. French Onion Soup/milt — CONTROVERSY. Woody wanted this, and was assured he’d be available.
  8. *DRAFT PICK FORFEITED*/woody — Dejected by the outright theft of his beloved French Onion soup, Woody’s draft strategy is thrown for a loop. He does his best Mike Tice and accidentally allows the time limit to run out, forfeiting the #8 pick. The camera cuts to a nervous looking nacho platter talking on a cell phone in the green room with his family
  9. Onion Rings/milt — This may represent an “onion run”.
  10. Stuffed Mushrooms/woody — “This is clearly a reach, quite frankly, Team Woody needs to get its act back together. Shrooms are projected as a mid-20’s pick, what are they thinking?. This is really an embarrasment to witness, especially with cheese fries and jalapeno poppers on the board. I MEAN, HOLLA-PINO POPPAZ!! But hey, maybe they have some kind of Darko Milicic strategy.” — Stephen A. Smith
  11. Nachos/milt — You look at nachos, and you say to yourself, “I like everything that’s going on here.”
  12. Spinach & Artichoke Dip/woody — Fear the ampersand.
  13. Chili Cheese Fries/milt — Led the SEC in orders, but some question his ability to translate that into a similar level of success in the pros.
  14. Jalapeno Poppers/woody — QUITE FRANKLY IT IS ABOUT TIME
  15. Sliders!/milt — Yeah, it really is just a stupid little hamburger. I don’t like anything about these things.
  16. Blooming Onion/woody — I know it’s just a gigantic glorified onion ring, and I know it’s provincial, but I don’t care. I’m a rebel. And rebels eat deep fried vegetable flora.  YeeeeeeeeeeeeHaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
  17. Popcorn Skrimpz/milt — Important note: We’re talking about the cheap, greasy, crappy stuff. That’s how we roll.
  18. Cheese Fries (normal non-chili)/woody — Okay, this is my last pansy assed quasi-variation pick, I promise. But–the kind with mozzarella melted on top, not that cheese wiz bullshit.
  19. Pizza Fries/milt — I guess this is what we’re doing now. Or, ummm, did Woody already draft a sauce-less pizza fry? I’m so confused. He keeps playing mind games with me.
  20. Gravy Fries/woody — Now we’re just beating a dead starch. Listen, I lied. I was hoping milt would go pizza so I could go gravy. It was all a trap. French Fries are the king of all vegetables.
  21. Pot stickers/milt — Crasian!
  22. Bruschetta/woody — Or as I like to call it, “Dago Salsa”
  23. Woody’s mom/milt — Italian jokes… nice.
  24. Calimari/woody — Since milt started the run on smelly stuff
  25. Pasta Fazool/milt — Mob joke, etc.
  26. Fresh Mozzarella + tomato/woody — I hate tomatoes but love cheese. And this is pretty close to not being an actual appetizer, but if we actually worried about details like this we probably would have better things to do than draft appetizers
  27. Taquitos/milt — Whoever came up with these had the right idea. It didn’t quite work out, but it’s on the right track.
  28. Manhattan Clam Chowder/woody — I’ve never ordered or tasted this stuff in my life, but it can’t possibly be worse than the New England variety. And aren’t we all just sick of New England anyway
  29. New England Clam Chowder/milt — I don’t know what he’s talking about. This stuff rules, unlike his weak ass team.
  30. Tiny egg rolls/woody — I’m thinking steal of the draft right hurr
  31. Boneless Ribs/milt — The above comment was meant for this pick.
  32. Fried Mac’n’Cheese/woody — Game set match I totally pwned this draft
So there you have it. Adjust your dining accordingly. And be on the lookout for our next blog post in March ’09 where we square these 32 contenders off in a winner takes all single elimination TourNOM-ent!
yay

oysters!

August 18, 2008 by

okay, these things are so gross. but, i mean, they’re awesome. and gross. but awesome. get drunk first. kthnxbai.

rickey henderson likes oysters

rickey henderson likes oysters

About last night

August 18, 2008 by

Mussels need to be in a sauce worthy of dipping your bread into. And it has to be either “mussy white” or “mussy red”. Don’t try to be getting fancy with yourself. Losers.

Quote of the Day
Spinach artichoke dip — if two people order it, don’t give five pieces of toastbreadstuff.” — Thomas Paine

Unzies

August 18, 2008 by
Loved kickin starts

Loved kickin' starts

It is widely held that Ivan Turgenev was a staunch advocate of onion rings, or, as he called, them, “onion ringlets”. His grave was briefly covered with daisies, as he felt them the closest approximation in a godless world to that favored theoepicurean- nay, good- delicacy- nay, app- of his less sane, but more bitchin, years. Well, Turgenev’s giant brain would hardly be able to comprehend just what the fuck is going on with Red Robin’s towering onion rings (as found on the Shareable Starts portion of the menu). A guy I work with calls them “unzies”, and the dipping sauces… I forget. But they’re great. I mean, you gotta try them.

Onion ringlets by Red Robin

Onion ringlets by Red Robin

Hi

August 13, 2008 by

From humble beginnings