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).
meara, it looks like you'll soon have a place to get Italian Beef in Chicago! (And hot dogs, Polish, cheese curds, and even Italian Ice.)
I don't know from Italian Beef. If I've even heard of it, it's only been here.
I don't know what an Italian beef is. Still want one, though.
Oh, Italian beef is not at all what I was expecting. I was expecting, you know, beef from Italy, which I
have
had, and which is aces, especially if it is Chiannese, roasted in rosemary.
Or possibly Chicago just doesn't know what to call a hot roast beef sandwich. A cheeseless cheesestake? Anyway, the name "Italian beef" is not getting across the humdrum sandwichy nature of the thing.