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Side of BS with your meal?

sarah — Fri, 05 Mar 2010 19:56:35 +0000

The Linkery is on my list of San Diego places I’ve been meaning to visit. The website tells it all: “We gather people to grow, cook, craft, and savor the best food and drink in San Diego.” And I’m just the sort of person who would enjoy said food and drink! The 18% service charge does not dissuade me either, especially knowing restaurateur Jay Porter has a mandatory no tipping policy for his servers. In fact, he says if you feel like leaving more money to show extra gratitude, to leave the cash to their charity of the month. What an altruistic attitude not commonly found nowadays… Not to mention, the livable wage he can provide the people that work their asses off to deliver that excellent food and drink to you. And clean up after you’ve had your way with that food and drink, even after those of us who may lick the plate clean… (...)
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Monks/Lost Abbey beer dinner

sarah — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 23:29:19 +0000

Together at last… no, not Tomme and me, but Monks and Lost Abbey! So what if Tomme Arthur volunteers to judge the Malt Liquor category at GABF and big deal if he’s been spotted enjoying a bottle of Schlitz (coincidentally an occasional GABF winner…) while chilling with his homies at Lost Abbey’s Friday night tasting room hours. The fact that he can brew a raisiny/oaky/sour something belgian or other one day and a potent, hoppy, balanced IPA the next makes him an outstanding beermeister in my mind.

I’ve only been to two Monk’s gastronomical beer pairings so far but from what I’ve heard, they both rated up there in terms of the best ones to have attended: the Cantillon and Brasserie de la Senne about a year ago, and this Lost Abbey dinner. And since my mouth is watering now just thinking about either of them, I can attest to how great both the food and beer pairings were at each. The fact that they let no glass go empty helps as well!

Courses:(...)
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Beep, Beep

sarah — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 22:12:58 +0000

I remember when I first heard those poetic words by famous lyricist Juvenile: “Girl you look good, won’t you back that ass up?” and I’ve been sashaying in reverse every since. But I was recently stymied by a clear case of tranny (and not the shemale kind) misalignment in the G20. Sure, it’s a B13 tranny (Sentra chassis code) mated to the SR20 (engine in both the Sentra and G20 ) in the P10 (G20 chassis code) specifically swapped in to have the LSD (limited slip diff- applies power to the tire with traction) versus the stock open diff (spins tires in the snow like a mouse in a wheel), but there must be some slight misalignment as it’s busted 2 clutches. Ok, two were crappy knockoffs but this one is OEM and only about 6000 miles old and the pedal is already stiff! Bottom line- it sometimes takes some coaxing to find reverse. Bring on the Flinstone wheels. Doors open each side, myself and David pushing off from the pavement while Cody sits in the passenger seat declaring “good, it finally worked.” No dude, that’s foot power not horse power. Anyways, note to self: pull through spaces

to-MAY-to / to-MAH-to

sarah — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 01:31:31 +0000

After ceasing production of the “Zotten” beer due to trademark rights of Brugse Zot, a beer produced by De Halve Maan, Weyerbacher has released the beer’s new name after “checking very carefully (for obvious reasons) to see that its OK to use” (Weyerbacher press release). So drum roll please…. it’s the Verboten, another way of saying “forbidden.” Obviously, they aren’t scared of those big corporate lawyers from that tiny little InBev corporation. Because VerboTen bears a striking resemblance to Hoegaarden VerboDen Vrucht (Forbidden Fruit), a Belgian strong dark ale. Perhaps Weyerbacher should go with Verbatim, as in word for word, because they keep seeming to pick the wrong word to name their beer.

Fast and Flurrious

sarah — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 20:22:15 +0000

Local weathermen did their best Chicken Little impressions (”the sky is falling, the sky is falling”) to warn us of the impending blizzard that never progressed into more than a few inches of the white stuff. While the roads were passable, I still can’t fathom why so many people were on their freaking phones driving around. And one dumbass was texting! I can imagine that conversation: “OMG. Snow is totally blowing over the roads. LOL@plow driver! Whoa, almost spun off the road! LMAO, maybe I should put the phone down.” Hey moron, it’s idiots like you that cause stupid accidents. Get off the phone, or at least pirouette yourself into a ditch on the side of the road so those of us who aren’t so dumb can still drive by.

Super Kitty

sarah — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 22:49:45 +0000

At a few Monday night tastings ago…

You’d think it would come in a box, wouldn’t you? ;p

Thanks to Dr. Joel for his incredible cell phone camera capabilities!

D’Oh-lympics

sarah — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 23:08:21 +0000

Nothing like upsetting the hometeam on their turf! Canadians are known for two things- hockey and “eh?” and after losing 5-3 to the US men’s hockey team Sunday, they’re doing a lot of “eh, eh, eh???”

And I can’t possibly be the only one perplexed by ice skating/dancing. Obviously I’m no expert and can’t discern a triple bo biple from a cartwheel so I can’t judge on technicalities, so I usually just root for them to fall. It’s much more interesting watching ice ass-scraping anyways.

I do love watching snowboarding. I wish I could do a McLeggo my Eggo and all those other moves those guys have perfected. Big air scores big. I can’t believe they land some of those moves without digging snow out of their netherlands for days afterwards.

Biathlon is pretty awesome too. Part sharp shooter, part cross country sprinting. We should be recruiting in inner city schools, where many students are already familiar with popping off a few shots and high-tailing it out of there.

As an aside, the Chargers released LT. We all knew that was coming but it’ll be sad to see him go. Hopefully we freed up enough money to “buy” us the Lombardi.

Iron Hill BCWC

sarah — Sat, 13 Feb 2010 03:07:16 +0000

Mother Nature crashed the 4th annual Belgium Comes to West Chester event last Saturday at Iron Hill, dumping copious amounts of powder on the streets. While the locals crowded the front bar (mostly because their cars were stuck under 2′ of snow), it took awhile for the beer geeks to dig their cars out and slide on ice sheets to find the last few parking spaces. But if you brew it, they will come. I actually appreciated having a little elbow room to double fist two of the more than 40 beers on tap from Iron Hill, as well as many guest taps. Some of the coveted IH brews included Farmer Chuck and Nocturnum while Ithaca brought Le Bleu, my favorite of the night.

Bryan’s Brew Lounge (...)
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¡Salud!

sarah — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 21:18:06 +0000

Studies confirm what I already knew- I’m drinking beer for my health! The bottom line is the silicon content in beer contributes to good bone health. And a bonus for me- hoppier beers tend to have higher silicon contents. Two average beers could provide a person’s recommended daily dosage of silicon. Of course, they also had to throw in that two beers a day could contribute to medical problems but whatever. I’d like to toast this latest medical breakthrough!

On some hot wings and a prayer…

sarah — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 18:38:28 +0000

The Saints upset the Colts 31-17 last night and we can now retire that stupid “Who Dat?” crap that’s been shoved in our ears the last few days. I was rooting for the commercials myself and while there were some good ones (Betty White in the Snickers commercial, some of the Doritos ones), there were plenty of duds. E*Trade should have gotten the memo that talking babies is soooooooo last season and is Go Daddy selling anything but smut? Keep your clothes on you whores.

Commercial break over, back to the game… the Saints overcame a 10 point deficit in the first to make it an interesting the first three quarters. Besides one TD in the third, it looked like Garrett Hartley’s foot was the only scoring apparatus on the Saints team! There were some wild plays like the onside kick fumbled by Hank Baskett into the arms of a Saint and Moore’s headstand at the endzone barely managing to break the plane with the ball for a successful 2 point conversion- who knew junior high breakdancing would come in handy in the NFL? That pretty much locked it up but Porter read Manning’s intended target like a book, stepping in to intercept whatever chances the Colts still had at that point. We can now start Mardi Gras early!