Meaghan

We still eat Poppycock, though, right? This is how my Mormon friends enjoy poppycock.

Mark Slater on a Sunday Wow!

I agree. Kliman, if you're reading tell the honchos you need better software. It will pay for itself.

Today at 11 a.m. This should be uncensored and entertaining. Type fast!

I have a trophy, a very attractive turkey vulture on a marble platform, and I plan to donate to the restaurateur who starts the most posts in their self-entitled threads with "We..." It's beautiful.

Don't be mad at me for continuing to tear away your childhood. I'm the one that's messed up; I think I like the memories the best. Here are some more: Jiffy Pop (popcorn) that pops on the stove! Remember that giant puff of tin foil? That <pop> <pop> noise was special, though. Hi-C from the can (yuck!) Combos. Maybe I'd still get them at Sheetz on the way back from white water rafting in West Virginia or something. Tato Skins. I'll eat 'em, but without a little elf saying, "Tato skins from Keebler, baked potato appeal!" ....it's just not the same. Bosco Boku (sounds too much like Raku and comes in cardboard box) The hard stick of gum hidden in packs of Garbage Pail Kids Too smart to eat it: Cuddlefish snax Question of the day: Where did Bonkers go? Great ads, no?

This is great! I mean, I laughed, so it's alright!

Maybe we should rename the thread "Miami") Here are some recent food and drink highlights: In the Brickell Village neighborhood, The River Oyster Bar is a casual gem with a nice breath of metropolitan. The oysters are right up there with the best I've ever had, the service was on the ball--our server knew the menu inside out and was efficient, yet very friendly. Here's a look at the menu (click me!) I had the frisee with the calamari, the short ribs, a variety of raw oysters, and my friend had the grilled skirt steak. All very nice and reasonably priced. For those of you heading that way, they have a happy hour from 4:30-7 p.m. every day, featuring half price oysters and drink specials. And they were recognized this year by Wine Spectator, so you're bound to find something that suits your taste. For a cheap lunch or dinner on Lincoln Road that's less catered for the tourist's palate, check out Le Bon for the mussels and some decent Belgian beer. In my experience, it's best to stick to the mussels; I had an excellent oriental preparation with coconut milk and the like and also tried their signature pot, which was much more mild, but the bacon in it worked somehow. Last night I had dinner at Vix at Hotel Victor (busy menu) and drinks later at the new Setai Hotel All I can say is that tandooori ovens and ambiance are big in South Beach. Gotta catch the plane, but I'll go into more detail later. I felt like a puppet at Vix and wasn't wowed at all, but honestly didn't expect much--I was just there to have fun. Just because... Here are some pictures from The Setail, where I did not eat, but with this looksee, you can almost feel the Las Vegasness of the place. A Setai bartender uses a ladder to access all the overpriced booze. Mmmmm. Champagne and Caviar Bar, I believe. Pastry station. The beautiful and couchy courtyard where I downed a few martinis, an expense the same as one-way airfare from Dulles (if you're not careful <hiccup>) One last thing, Miami (or maybe it's just Dade County) is a city like many, where restaurants automatically add 18% gratuity (no mater how small the party), and it's up to you to adjust accordingly. So, you've always gotta look hard at your check...

Palena and Cafe Atlantico are both "trendy" and they both have great food and smart cocktails. I like the trndy beet mojito at Atlantico very much; I like the trendy fries at Palena. Also, Charlie Palmer is a place to be seen by really cool Hill staffers and other bad guys.

Hey, I still eat Nerds in a big way. They're excactly the same. Even the little mini boxes that you give out for Halloween, the same. It's the only candy that really is as it was in 1983.

Chef Trabocchi, Thanks for taking the time to entertain us. I've been fantasizing about eating at Maestro for way too long now. My question is: Who are your favorite chefs? Where do you really enjoy eating, both domestically and internationally? How about in D.C.? Is there somewhere that feels like home to you? mille grazie !

What does this mean?

1. Sugary cereal, particularly Lucky Charms - "Pink hearts, orange stars, yellow moons, green clovers, blue diamonds and purple horseshoes." It took me about 18 years to translate that jingle. "Micosta lucka starhs. Macock a leakaleesha" That con wasn't even really Irish! 2. Push-Ups. I realized on Sunday, as I walked out of CVS, that it wasn't right for me to enjoy a Nestle Push-Up with Fred Flinstone on the package. 3. Dinosaur Fruit Snacks. I once saw a 72 year old eating those. Don't be that guy! 4. Yahoo! I mean, Yoo-hoo! 5. That cheese with the laughing cow on it that comes either wax-encasing or in little cubes wrapped in foil. What the hell is wrong with me? 6. Fanta grape soda. Can't say I really like anymore, but I used to love it more than life itself. 7. Tang. Who else ate it in powder form? 8. Luden's Cherry Cough drops. I remember we weren't allowed candy, but Luden's were okay. That shit is not for coughs. 9. Betty Crocker everything. 10. Lima beans. What fun is the lima bean without incentives? Plus, those things aren't THAT great for you. I'm going to push okra and sushi on small children. Futhermore: Songs like Billy Ocean's, "Hey you, get into my car. Who me? Yes you, get into my car." People get arrested for saying things like that.

He's preggers! (sorry, i just wanted to see the little panda waving again)

Nothing too fancy, though, my Armani ensemble is still at the cleaners.

So, it's not a snow cone, but... Man, I have fond memories of Slushpuppies from Highs. I grew up in Glen Echo, Md, so there's that High's turned 7-11, and even though it's crap when it comes down to it...they still remind me of being, like, six and riding carousels and stuff. I saw a High's yesterday in Easton, Md. Why is it called High's anyway? Took to liking the blue kind and the patch dog with tongue, Meaghan

I love manual labor, lifting stuff, getting dirty, smelling like the earth. It's been a long time since I've done my penance for under-celebrating some of the food I'm eating. I've forgotten how good it is to do work from the heart instead of the e-mail box. Some of the best work I've ever done has been on a farm, lifting crates of peaches, pallets and pallets of melons and sweating like crazy...dust and dirt and fuzz and pulp and all this other crap on you and everywhere. I saw people happy, though, as they'd bite into a tomato like an apple, juice dripping down their chin and the side of their wrist. I spent 3 or 4 summers between high school and college selling local produce on the side of the road. All the staples you can imagine: berries, peaches, corn, melons, tomatoes, plums, nectarines...and then apples, pumpkins, and crazy gourds. But rarely ever any herbs, rooty vegetables or salad greens because those truly need more love and care; they're more delicate and it's just too hard to keep them at their best in the 90 degree sun. ###### Today, I got a sense of what a huge difference these ingredients (the ones at David Lankford's Davon Crest Farms), these microgreens and all these natural seasonings, make in some of the creations I cannot live without. When you walk around these greenhouses, tasting these edibles and think about your favorite kitchen without them, it will make you sad. Yes, there are other herbs and greens, but in such variety on the local horizon? David and Sharon are passionate and generous and they deserve to to keep their dream alive. I couldn't have felt more welcome or more appreciated today. There is so much work that needs to be done, but every ounce helps. According to David, it costs about $80 to employ a laborer for a full day. So, put that into what ever terms you want, and if you think this is the kind of work that is rewarding, I highly recommend it. I had a great day with a great group of people, and I'd certainly do it again. I won't lie, though, you'll be dying for a hot shower and a big cold beer the second you can have it. And in case there's traffic on the beltway, bring a shotgun. Nah, maybe just beer would work. When I came home and took a nice long shower, I decided that it was inappropriate to reach for the rosemary thyme mimosa bath gel, and reached for the good old, unscented bar of dove instead.

Yeah, give this place attention. It's in my hood and I'd like to see it busier! Actually, it wouldn't be a bad place to do a DR.com event on the cheap. What's that shrimp dish with sweet potatoes? You know what I'm talking about...

You should work for Sunday Source. You'd be brilliant.

How big is that shrimp? Just curious... I'm doing some comparison shopping. Me hungry.

70 degrees tomorrow in Hurlock, MD Considering it's 90 now, should be a decent day.

Shedding light on the cracks in their drain pipe... probably not a great way to pay thanks to a place you like.

Welcome to Farragut North and West. The truth is, we're all really miserable and that bottle is like a glimmer of hope before we return to bureaucratic confines of evil K Street. I don't fall for pretty labels, but the others do. The island sounds and looks better than the spring or even than being smart. So, it's the consumers fault.

I second. That's a beautiful film.

BFA The Ballon Federation of America