Burn them!
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The brewpub I took you to, Magnolia, has a sister place called Alembic which has very tasty food and a fancy mixologist approach to drinks. Huge selection of Scotch and every other liquor.
Mmmmm!
I saw someone with a Magnolia T-shirt this past week or so, and I was pleased with myself for knowing what it was all about.
Speaking of beer places, we went to a place in Brookline on Sunday, The Publick House, which has excellent Belgian (and non-belgian) beers and Belgian (and non-belgian) food. (mmm, mussells and frites) The only thing about the place that is kind of weird, is that every time we go there, the bartenders are all "I is serious bartender. This is serious beer." It's hard to put a finger on it, they're certainly nice enough, but it's like more Beer Snob than Beer Geek. Awesome beers though. I had 2 belgians (a biere de miele, and a triple), one belgian style (Smuttynose's The Gnome) and a "rye hopped red IPA" called Cain and Ebel by a brewery called The Two Brothers.
We went to The Tap in Haverhill on Friday and the bartender was super friendly and fun, and I met the head brewer (thrilling!!!) and drank cask conditioned ale.
This has been your daily Nora beer related post, sadly I have no sugar pictures to accompany it.
Today will feature lobster but no specific beer destination.
My SIL proposed to my brother (he wanted to get married, she just wanted to live together), so she gave him an engagement watch. She didn't get an engagement ring, he asked her if she wanted one and he said no.
(mmm, mussells and frites)
There's a new place in the Mission called Frites that just does that kind of Belgian food. Frites, of course, and Mussells and crepes and stuff.
It was packed when I went by on Saturday. Must try it on a weekday.
Frites, of course, and Mussells and crepes and stuff.
Le Sigh. One of these things does not belong with the others.
One of these things does not belong with the others.
The crepes? Yeah, I was wondering about that. They also had sandwiches and salads but I cannot vouch for their Belgiumosity.
There's a new place in the Mission called Frites that just does that kind of Belgian food. Frites, of course, and Mussells and crepes and stuff.
I wonder if they have Leffe on tap. My boyfriend and I just found a pub on Saturday here in London that actually has Leffe. It's so delightful I nearly hopped over the bar and gunned the nozzle down my throat. But then I thought of Juliana and Daisy and how they'd have my hide for such bad bar decorum.
GRONK!
Okay, no playing with the telescope tonight. Just sleep. 'Cuz GRONK!
Another fun thing about having a telescope and letting random passersby use it? The dumb ass, random, poorly informed stuff people say.
I had a guy (maybe twenty years old, beefy and kinda dumb looking) ask me how the eclipse would effect the tides.
It's a shadow. It wouldn't effect them at all. I wanted to say.
Mostly, when people ask me seriously dumb questions, or say really bizarre, poorly educated stuff, I just said something to the effect of "huh, I don't know..."
In just the last two days, I've heard the most amazing misinterpretations of orbital mechanics. It's really kind of fun.
Also, looking through the telescope at the Earth's shadow passing across the moon?
I think my hair is still standing on end.
I wonder if they have Leffe on tap. My boyfriend and I just found a pub on Saturday here in London that actually has Leffe. It's so delightful I nearly hopped over the bar and gunned the nozzle down my throat. But then I thought of Juliana and Daisy and how they'd have my hide for such bad bar decorum.
Come to NYC and I'll take you to the Belgian Beer Bar. Leffe (among many many others) on tap and big paper cones filled with delicious frites. And various mayo-based dipping sauces for said frites.
[eta: Huh - I've never heard it called anything but The Belgian Beer Bar, but apparently its real name is Vol de Nuit.]