Well, I could head over to Edelweiss in Norridge. Mmm, now you've got me thinking that maybe I could make the drive...
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
Just looked at the menu for Edelweiss. I loves me some sauerbraten, but not for $17, plus beer, tip, and tax, which would put the tab over $25. I just spent that much for Uzbek food last Friday, and I can't justify splurging again this week.
I think I'm just hungry, and any good food description would trip my craving. I should just go home and have some chicken or spaghetti.
ETA: Now I've done some googling and have found a German restaurant in the next town over, much closer than Edelweiss and a bit cheaper (sauerbraten is $14.25) and they have pickup. Maybe I can make a small detour on my way home...
lisah's El Farolito has its partisans.
I really do love the tacos at the taco truck they mention (El Tonayense) - but I've never gotten a burrito there.
I don't think we have a good source of spaetzle in Carrboro. If any Trianglistas want to disabuse me of this idea that would be great. When we visited my grandparents in Saginaw, we used to go over for the way touristy but oh so good Bavarian food at Frankenmuth. Now I'm craving it again.
Boy: I wonder who that sad little scrap of paper is?
I 'm just bill.
Yes, a pork bailout bill.
And I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.
Well, I was shoved in a flurry
To the capital city.
I didn't have to wait
They tossed me through committee,
But the bankers need a law today
At least today they hope and pray that I will,
But today I am still just a bill.
Boy: Gee, Bill, you certainly have a lot of bitterness and scorch marks..
Bill: Well I got this far. When I started, I wasn't even a bill, I was just an idea. Some failing wall street bankers decided they wanted a law passed, so they called the president's people and he said, "You're right, there oughta be a law." Then they sat down and wrote me out and introduced me to Congress. And I became a bill, and I'll remain a bill until they decide to make me a law. I hope they don't. I'd be a miserable law.
Boy: Why?
Bill: I'm overstuffed with pork and riders and all to benefit some high-riding fat cats that got caught with a hot potato.
I 'm just bill.
Yes, a pork bailout bill.
And I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.
Well, I was shoved in a flurry
To the capital city.
I didn't have to wait
They tossed me through committee,
But the bankers need a law today
At least today they hope and pray that I will,
But today I am still just a bill.
Boy: Listen to those congressmen arguing! Is all that discussion and debate about you?
Bill: I went to the House of Representatives, and they voted on me. I failed.
Boy: Oh no!
Bill: Oh yes!
Bill: Then I went to the Senate and the whole thing started all over again, but i passed there, and I just got back to the House this morning.
I 'm just bill.
Yes, a pork bailout bill.
And they voted for me on Capitol Hill
Well, now I'm off to the White House
Where I'm jumping the line
Past a lot of other bills
For the president to sign
And I don't really want to be a law.
It's against the country's will,
But so far I am still just a bill.
Boy: You mean even if the whole Congress says you should be a law, the president can still say no?
Bill: Yes, that's called a veto. But if the President vetoes me, parts of hell will freeze over.
Boy: Oh no!
Bill: Oh yes!
But I would never pray that I will,
So far today I am still just a bill.
Congressman: He signed you, Bill! Now you're a law!
Bill: Oh no!!!
Because, in a moment of spectacular serendipitous randomosity, a commenter at slacktivist just a few minutes ago posted a brief reminiscence about a Willow/Spike fic Tep wrote years and years ago
Ha! And I must say, your "listening and intermittently joining in a conversation with the author" was an exceedingly delicate way to describe wasting the workday in Bitches.
Okay, exactly how many of us are lurking over there, anyhow?
Oh, I've been hanging around there for years now -- since LB Fridays was a wee baby snark -- but I've only ever commented a time or two.
Calvin Trillin on the Mission Burrito (as well as the distinction between takeaway and carryout and NYC v. SF and such)