Nah, you want an Italian Beef, Frank!

Actually, I want an Italian Beef. I'm going to have to make a stop at one of the many beef/hot dog places around here on the way home, I think.

I would like very much to have approx. 10 pounds of french fries, some with cheese. I had a McDs large, but that really was not enough.

Um, I'm about to go have a very very late breakfast? Which will probably be a bagel with cream cheese?

But now I WANT an italian beef. Which I don't think you can get in Seattle.

I think I have to find someplace out here in the 'burbs who serve jibaritos. They sound yummy, with plantains instead of bread and garlic-flavored mayo.

I don't know what an Italian beef is. Still want one, though.

Co-worker just told me he was addicted to alcohol and still drinks. Why? Do I look like people should share with me? Never mind what was said yesterday when we were all sleep depped and punch drunk.

Fries in 15. Don't know what I'll put on them. Maybe bacon and cheese.

Actually, at my dept's business plan launch, the multiethnic world musicy drum group gave us a mini-drum workshop. You've never seen a whiter, uncoordinated group of people totally thrilled to be using native drums.

Oh, but I can imagine it! Yes I can.

It's like White Guy clapping: clap the words!

I still hear echoes of the first episode when Howard Hesseman's character, being told that the format is changing and he'll have more freedom, blasts Cincinnati with some rock music and then leans into the microphone and says "bugger" (actually, I think it was "buggahhhhhhhhh")

I'm afraid this'll be a letdown, but it was "booger." His backstory was he'd been fired from a station in LA for saying "booger" on the air.

Italian Beef.

My favorite way to eat one is cheesy beef (mozzarella), sweet (peppers), and slightly wet (not sopping with dipped juice, just damp, otherwise the bread falls apart too soon).

I didn't know this:

Italian beef sandwiches are difficult to obtain outside the Chicago area