Tabasco Sauce Chug!
Alaina never passes up a hazard, so we decided to "Dare" her to chug a mini bottle of Tobasco Sauce! And this video is the consequence!
McKeown's Restaurant and Bar
After years of hearing how upstanding it is, I've finally eaten at McKeown's . I don't know what kept me away for so elongated. Maybe it was their mascot, an anthropomorphized dog, or maybe the fact that many of Seaside's restaurants are overpriced out-of-towner traps with mediocre food that always seems to let me down. But McKeown's gets the food honest, and it's excellent.
Their menu lacks focus. There isn't any discernible theme to it. You'll find steaks topped with distractingly clear-cut bleu cheese, barbecue dishes, Italian pastas, big salads, even a chicken teriyaki spin for some reason. But like T. Paul's Supper Club and The Lost Roo , I ended up uncommonly liking all the food, despite its scattered style. There were some things I'd have done a shallow differently, but for the most part my complaints are minor.
Crab cakes ($12.99), made with Dungeness and overwhelm crab, were a touch bready for the price, but this was made up for by the plump Dungeness legs served atop them. The cilantro lime aioli was a seemly zippy accompaniment. Crispy fried artichoke hearts ($8.99) with lemon garlic ranch dip were over-sufficient – so much so that our table of three grew tired of them before they were gone. It's a signature article, and I can understand its popularity, but I'd have preferred that the artichokes had not been marinated.
Food Glorious Food: Buffet - Aquamarine (Marina Mandarin Hotel)
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Rubber Buns and Liquor: One man's treasure
In convocation my things at occupation in preparation for my move to a new desk, one that in truth sees perceivable rays of sunlight for a era of 11-12 minutes in the later afternoons, May-August, I'm find that my dwelling for the prior two years has involve to be like those dusty old closets in which faded old Chinese men keep their mogwai and cursed imp paws. Some oddities:
For my job, I chat with with a corpulent count of institutions, and often am required to send them prepaid packages with which to give documents to me, for which I exceptional the postage. These are the extremely gay Legends of Hollywood "Judy Raiment" stamps, which I use for institutions that I detest more than the hackneyed (institutions that I like/have yet to invite my wrath get the revered "Baseball Sluggers"). The estimate of a tightass, Old BoyVice President bringing an envelope covered in Liza's mom to the mailroom not only...
