So we went to the trade show at FIT (Fashion Institute of
Technology) last week to source out some new factories and trim and
fabricators. We went to the FIT museums which had a bunch of classic dresses
from all the great designers.
Since we found ourselves in the city in the middle of the
week we decided to have "date night." We like to take a night for
just of two of us to go out and hang out like we were dating. It keeps things
fresh so to speak.
We wanted to go to this restaurant we went about a year ago
but I couldn't remember the name. Lisa had her I-pad so we tried to look it up.
We were in Madison Square Park and we saw they had all these booths set up. It
seemed they were doing a charity event where all of these restaurants had set
up booths for sampling. But you had to pay $175 per person! Holy shit Batman!
Duck!
I mean they had duck but who wants to pay that much for
little sample plates. We sat in the park and tried to figure out the name of the place. I thought it was something like "Possibilities" or "Shenanigans" or some shit like that. In the end we found this restaurant that we were originally going to go to last year when we found this joint. We decided to just meander around and if we didn't find it we would go to this Italian joint on 17th St. Sure enough as we walked up 17th we found it. It was called "Incognito."
Now the last time we were there the guy up-sold us but it
was a great meal. We got there at five o'clock which for us is unheard of. We
normally go to eat around ten at night. So we decided to start with a cocktail
before dinner. Something we almost never do. The wife had a incognito Cosmo and
I had a "Cuban Collins" which was just a rum drink in lemonade. We
ordered a couple of great appetizers.
One was figs wrapped in prosciutto with some Gorgonzola cheese. The
other was a couple of veal meatballs. I got a very nice bottle of Tuscan wine
to go with the meal. I had the special which was goat cheese ravioli in a tomato
based sauce which had a heavy dollop of balsamic vinegar. It made the sauce
both piquant and blood red. Really tasty. The wife had taglatini in a wild
mushroom, butter and sage sauce. Really nice.
And two great deserts. A triple order of ice cream (cappuccino, vanilla
and fig) and a chocolate mousse. With a
couple glasses of Muscato and Italian dessert wine.
Since we were the first ones in the joint we were there as the place filled up. They seemed to have a big reservation of about thirty people. What was weird was that it was about twenty six woman and four guys. They had a table of eight set up right across from us. They were a bunch of typical New Yorkers. Or what the rest of you guys think of as New Yorkers. ( You know what I mean Amy) And something kind of funny happened.
You see we had a long conversation with the Maitre d' guy the first time we came. He and the bald headed dude in the photo who is the chef are the partners in the restaurant. He up-sold last year because the joint had only been open a month or so. But that was cool. Lisa wanted to see if he remember us. I told her to fuggedabout it since we hadn't been there for a year and he meet so many people there is no way he remember us. Anyhoo they call him to the table next to us with the eight people. It seems they wanted eight separate checks. The waitress was losing her shit. So the Maitre d' guy figures it out. As he turns to leave I call him over. He goes "Yes sir is everything satisfactory?" I go "Yes everything was great. Just one thing. My wife and I would like separate checks." He starts laughing and goes "Don't I know you guys." And we explained and did sort of remember us because we had talked about the show and stuff. It was pretty funny.
But I still had to pay the whole check.
Since we were the first ones in the joint we were there as the place filled up. They seemed to have a big reservation of about thirty people. What was weird was that it was about twenty six woman and four guys. They had a table of eight set up right across from us. They were a bunch of typical New Yorkers. Or what the rest of you guys think of as New Yorkers. ( You know what I mean Amy) And something kind of funny happened.
You see we had a long conversation with the Maitre d' guy the first time we came. He and the bald headed dude in the photo who is the chef are the partners in the restaurant. He up-sold last year because the joint had only been open a month or so. But that was cool. Lisa wanted to see if he remember us. I told her to fuggedabout it since we hadn't been there for a year and he meet so many people there is no way he remember us. Anyhoo they call him to the table next to us with the eight people. It seems they wanted eight separate checks. The waitress was losing her shit. So the Maitre d' guy figures it out. As he turns to leave I call him over. He goes "Yes sir is everything satisfactory?" I go "Yes everything was great. Just one thing. My wife and I would like separate checks." He starts laughing and goes "Don't I know you guys." And we explained and did sort of remember us because we had talked about the show and stuff. It was pretty funny.
But I still had to pay the whole check.
I may be unique or maybe just a wop, but I love posts about the details of a meal.
ReplyDeleteBeing still fairly new to this blog stuff I still don' know some folks here and @ TOP. This good food post reminded me, what's the fucking deal w/ Chip Ahoy? His food blog is well shot be FUCKING TEDIOUS and boring..he makes food boring!! And his comments @ TOP are cryptic. He's one of these folks who speaks like he's elevated but really a doofus. Or, do I have this guy wrong?
Trooper, that sounds like a great and enjoyable meal. I hope that one day Mrs Haz and I will join you and Lisa for dinner in New York.
ReplyDeleteWe went to an old-timey classic supper club tonight, up in Wisconsin's north woods. It's tourist season, so the restaurants are all on top of their game.
Some friends who used out place for a getaway last winter left a gift certificate for dinner at this place we've driven past but never tried.
The table of octogenarians seated next to us talked glowingly of two things through the meal: Metamucill and Florida. We damn near chocked trying not to laugh. I checked - Chip Ahoy was not at their table.
The meals were north woods good - a polite way of saying "lousy". We cook better at home. Way too much salt. I feel like a whale.
We skipped dessert and headed to the cabin. A blender, fresh fruit and good tequila with a splash of soda became dessert.
The loons are calling from the lake now. The moon is reflected in the still water. We don't have many days like this; it's good to savor each one.
Just like everyone's good days and good moments.
Just don't go walking on hot coals even if Tony Robbins triple dog promises that it won't hurt even a teensy bit.
I'm intrigued by the fact that the words blocking "incognito" in Troop's mind were "possibilities" and "shenanigans". Sounds like he's got Eyes Wide Shut on his mind.
ReplyDeleteMichael Haz, Having lived a lot of different places, and loving food, you have to learn what should be ordered, and what should NOT be ordered.
ReplyDeleteDO NOT ORDER LIST[this may have changed since the list covers several decades.
Central Ct. Mexican, German, Steaks.
Northeast Pa. Mexican, Steaks, Italian, Chinese, German
So. Jersey: Mexican, Steaks, German.
Kansas City: Italian, German, pizza.
Chicago: Big enough to not have a no order list.
Madison: Italian, Chinese. There is one real pizza place, Pizza di Roma. They're Albanians but close enough to Italy to know real 'za.
San Diego: German
Nick - good advice. I'd add to that:
ReplyDeleteThe best diners are owned by Greeks and employ Mexican kitchen staff.
Since you're a fan of authentic pizza, I recommend this place in Sheboygan. The pizza is so out-of-this-world good that every second of the drive is worth it.
Love Troop's dining posts.
ReplyDeleteThe place looks amazing.
tits.
Michael Haz, Thanks much, it looks like the real deal. The very hot ovens tells me they know pizza. You have to cook pizza @ least 800 degrees. Throw it in for 2 minutes, turn it for another minute or two, and it's done. Do you get little charred ends in a few places? That's another key to know it was baked correctly. With the oven properly hot you get little bits of charred ends. I will try it. When I worked I would get up to Sheboygan once in awhile. I did a lot of work for Acuity over the years.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I didn't mention seafood in my do not order list. In Wi. I look for local freshwater fish. My general rule of thumb, if you're not in proximity to the ocean, don't order seafood.
The North End of Boston is tough to beat for pizza. Pizzaria Regina is someplace I'm sure Titus has dined. Hopefully he'll spare us any bathroom anecdotes about my favorite pizza place.
ReplyDeleteMy brother was a chef @ Mama Maria's in the North End. It's a small and superb Italian restaurant.
ReplyDeleteYes I have been to Pizzeria Regina, no bathroom stuff.
ReplyDeleteBut my fave is Santarpio's in East Boston.
tits.
I can't read the type font of this post. It's too small.
ReplyDeleteWhat did Troop say?
Bruce, Walgreens reading glasses, $8.99. I bought them when I couldn't read box scores. Age is a motherfucker!
ReplyDeletePeople look @ me like I'm nuts when I tell them real pizza joints out east don't automatically put mozzarella on it. My old man just liked it w/ garlic, tomatoes, and grated cheese. I will order plain ones like that on occassion back home. Most places put WAY TOO MUCH mozzarella on it. When I first moved to Madison someone told me to try this pizza place in Stoughton owned by wops named Marsala's. The crust was ok, sauce decent for here, but they catered to cheeseheads by putting two inches of mozzarella on it and I'm not being hyperbolic. Prunes were needed afterward.
ReplyDeleteIn and out of the box
ReplyDeleteChips of silicone and
Other matter with Core 2
Duo processing use
Cryptic signals, humor
Pictures and choice words to
Reveal Intel inside.
Nick, Il Ritrovo in Sheboygan was granted membership in the Verace Pizza Napoletana association
ReplyDeleteas it meets all the requirements for making and serving Neopolitan style pizza. They are one of three or four places in the US with that stamp of authenticity.
The owner's other place (across the street) is also worth a trip.
If any of you knuckleheads ever make it to Brooklyn we will go on a pizza tour. We will hit several different spots on the tour and go over the differance between coal fired, wood burning and gas peparation. Neoploitan vs Sicilian.
ReplyDeleteAnd other estoric parts of pizza study which has been a life long pursuit of mine.
Michael Haz, My sister worked @ aa Greek diner in New Haven when she was going to college. It was owned by two brothers. They were open every day of the year 24hours. One brother worked midnight to noon, the other noon to midnight, every fucking day. Nobody touched the till but them.
ReplyDeleteHere in the Madison area there are many diners and most people assume they're Greeks. I investigated one of the guys and learned they're actually Macedonians, most of them related. But yes..the kitchen help is all Mexican.
I think the first and last place I had "real" Italian pizza was Saturday, September 8, 1979 at a small Tuscan ristorante somewhere outside of Florence. Among other things I learned: pizza must be cooked al forno style with a certain type of wood; one had little choice as to what you could put on it- they "styles" were all predetermined--like classical music. I remember my companions were shocked, shocked! that I even suggested pizza coi funghi. "Non e' possibile." But it was great stuff and so was the vino!
ReplyDeleteThere's a great pizza joint reopening here in O'Side called "Killer Pizza From Mars." It was a longtime family owned business and they also served locally made beer on tap. About a year ago, the owner committed suicide by jumping off a 5 story building. I'm not sure why but I suspect that it was news of some inoperable disease. It took his family almost a year to get the financials and probate stuff sorted out and the place was shuttered for almost a year. Now there are signs up saying they are reopening soon. I can't wait!
Vive le Pizza!
The best place for pizza around here is Pete's Pizza in New Richmond. The son runs it now, but Pete's last name ends with "*****son". Norwegian.
ReplyDeleteVive le you betcha!
ReplyDeleteOh, and they cut the pizza both ways, vertically and horizontally so the pieces end up as squares.
ReplyDeleteI judge a good pizza by 1)crust, 2)sauce and 3)cheese.
ReplyDeleteAny other garbage added is not pizza.
The cheese/sauce ratio is really important to me as well.
Cheese only for me please.
tits.
Bruce, May I humbly suggest Pizzeria Luigi in University Heights San Diego. A REAL Eyetalian from I think the Bronx. It's real good.
ReplyDeleteI never go to the North End Nick.
ReplyDeleteI did when I was younger but there is nowhere to park and it is filled with tourists and the restaurant are always fucking packed with huge waits. I don't deal with waiting for a table at restaurants anymore.
I hardly even go into the city anymore. I stay in Camby.
Camby's fab.
I am crowning right now, looks like a pinch loaf night.
tits.
i hate tomato sauce on pizza. Just give me great thin crust, good quality cheese, and a good topping.
ReplyDeleteGreat meal Trooper, you're making me hungry and wishing I had a good bottle of wine instead of some hotel crap.
Here's how I make my super-thin-crust, no-sauce pizza at home:
ReplyDeleteI take a slice of mozzarella out of the fridge and put it on top of a matzoh. Then I grate some fresh parmesan over it, and let it sit on the kitchen counter while I open a bottle of valpolicella.
After I've 1/3 of the bottle, I carefully pick up the pizza and slowly remove the matzoh. Then I roll up the slice of mozzarella so the whole thing's like a cheese blintz, only without the dough.
I then eat the pizza starting at the end that's closer to my mouth, holding the rolled-up mozzarella toward the center, pinching with enough pressure to hold it all together but not so much that it dents the cheese.
I alternate a bite of pizza with two sips of wine, so that both are gone at the same time.
This is really good at parties.
At least I think it might be.
Or maybe not.
Ahoy, mateys!!
I missed you guys.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'm hungry for pizza now.
Hey - Darce is here! Let's get the party started! Pizza all around. I'll have the gluten-free with no cheese. Hold the tomato sauce, too.
ReplyDelete*Passes Sixty a clove of garlic and a bay leaf to chew on*
ReplyDeleteHi Sixty! I am sooooo going to have pizza after my Warrior Dash. It will be Carbapalooza for me!
ReplyDeleteHmm...garlic and a bay leaf. It doesn't sound satisfying! (Hi Michael!)
ReplyDeleteDon't much care for garlic, and bay leaves are needed by trees much more than I need them. Or want them. So, hold the crust, sauce, cheese and all that other jazz - I'll have a water, please. Mmm, water...
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fabulous meal. As much as I complain about the cities and brag about how life is much better (calmer, friendlier, quieter, closer to nature etc) in the country, I have to admit that I really miss all of the fabulous restaurants and different types of food in the City.
ReplyDeleteI don't miss the shopping, can do that on line and I don't like to shop anyway for clothes, shoes or stuff for myself. I don't miss the theaters, since I rarely went anyway. I do sort of miss the museums. It was great to be able to drop in and view artworks and other displays.
In San Francisco, I loved the Dim Sum places and went several times a month. All those yummy dumplings Har Gow, Shu Mai. The Japanese restaurants Nabi Yaki, Yose Nabi, freshly made Gyozo (I make my own.Don't use those awful frozen abominations) and other dishes that you just cannot get elsewhere.
There used to be a fabulous Russian restaurant that I loved to go to in the Sunset District. The roasted duck was to die for...crispy skin. The borscht with sour cream floating on top...yum.
Yep. I miss the restaurants. So I learned to cook the ethnic stuff in self defense. My father came through here last week on his way to a vacation in Sun River. He brought a big bag of oriental foods and spices that we cannot get here. YAY!!
I can't read the type font of this post. It's too small.
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Darcy, did you go to the ballgame yesterday?
ReplyDeleteI did go to the ballgame. I melted into a puddle, but I stayed in my seat. Great series for the Tigers!
ReplyDeleteThe Brew Crew lost 3 in a row. I also melted into a puddle. A puddle of TEARS!!!
ReplyDeleteI melted into a puddle
ReplyDeleteHeard at a neighborhood party this weekend:
"See those hills over there? It's 100 degrees starting there all the way to New England right now--everywhere but a strip of coastal California."
Lemme guess where the strip is. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd Allen: HUGS!
Lemme guess where the strip is. :)
ReplyDeleteEarthquake Alley
Are you asking for a strip search, Darcy?
ReplyDeleteNot so - it's only 95 here in NC. Cold snap.
ReplyDelete@chick Oh! I thought you were braggin' on your Oceanside weather. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I look better in clothes, Chip!
Sez you.
ReplyDeleteCold snap.
ReplyDelete*shivers* :)
It's oh-hot-thirty right here. I cut down a box elder this morning, or should I say tried to. Put in the notch, then made my back cut only to have my chainsaw hit the unknown hollow middle of the tree, and the tree leaned my way and caught the bar. Had to go back to the house and get my small chainsaw and complete the cut. There is hardly any wind. Loaded all the limbs on the hay wagon and brought them to the burn site, and then a bunch of dead stuff. Just got out of the shower. Man, if I still was drinking beer, I'd be on my 3rd or 4th one.
ReplyDeleteDon't weep for me all you people from Argentina.
My new favorite beer: link
ReplyDeleteManly strong
@darcy: I was bragging!
ReplyDeletebut also giving you the downside
ReplyDeleteOh, and sez me, Chips!
ReplyDeleteAha! I would brag too, chick. Except for those pesky earthquakes.
ReplyDeleteDarcy said...
ReplyDeleteCold snap.
*shivers* :)
I love it when there's a nip in the air.
I love it when there's a nip in the air.
ReplyDeleteSo odd that same weather that ennubiles women, retracts men's sack o'seeds.
Let an evolutionary biologist explain that.
ReplyDeleteY'all just can't avoid getting all nerdy. I love it.
ReplyDeleteY'all just can't avoid getting all nerdy. I love it.
ReplyDeleteIt's because you're watching.
Devilish! lol
ReplyDeleteWhite tablecloths are calming.
ReplyDeleteI add balsamic to most anything I'm cooking. A little turmeric also interests up the taste.
So Sixty, pizza sans cheese and tomato sauce is what? toast?
Hey ricpic: Can you tell me your matzo egg cheese skillet recipe again?
ReplyDeleteWhite table cloths are calming. They convey an air of readiness, invitation and preparation. A blank page, a fresh start, indicating something worthy of the effort it takes to maintain them is about to happen.
ReplyDeleteWith regards to why ya'll tend to get so nerdy with someone appreciative watching, the "two heads are better than one" maxim might apply, as it doubles performance opportunity.
¡Mamacita!
ReplyDeleteSerial or parallel?
White table cloths are nice. You can usually tell what the people before you ate.
ReplyDeleteI'm out.
ReplyDelete@MamaM: the deborah who used to frequent here accused me of trying to impress you over on TOP.
ReplyDeleteDoes that mean you're headed home after work, or that you've run out of funny things to say?
ReplyDeletePerhaps I should stop too.
ReplyDeleteCheese bubbles up in pizza and looks like little tits.
ReplyDeletecheese tits.
tits.
AllenS, let's just hope it doesn't mean she's decided she's gay.
ReplyDeleteI have to have a fabulous tomato sauce but no chunks of tomato. I want just a gravy for my sauce.
ReplyDeleteNo tomato chunks in my pizza or my salsa, just in my loafs.
tits.
chick, matzo and egg is called matzo brei. You simply break up the matzo (2 boards) into a bowl in which you've beaten two or three eggs. A little salt and pepper for taste or to taste. Then slide the whole gloppy mess into a buttered fry pan. That's it. No cheese need apply. Although I suppose it could include cheese. Usually served best with jam or syrup.
ReplyDeleteI see the Yanks picked up Ichiro.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a dose.
ReplyDeleteShit.
ReplyDeleteI always liked Ichiro. Now I have to hate him.
FuckityFuckFuckFuck.
Multiplexing is doing me in today. My processing speed has been compromised, resulting in slow response time. The best I can come up with in regards to the serial/parallel query is the ancient but easy answer of: any port in a storm.
ReplyDelete@MamaM: the deborah who used to frequent here accused me of trying to impress you over on TOP.
Trying??? As if what comes naturally requires great gusts of effort? At one time, deborah, in her perspicuity reminded me of sage. While chickelit at his most chivalrous reminds me of
cheveril
.
Hi Mamam?
ReplyDeleteHow they hanging?
Whassup with your bandwith Mary?
Get with it girl, it's time to buy a fab Mac.
tits.
I have started walking to work because the weather hasn't been as hot.
ReplyDeleteI am burning approximately 800 calories way during my walk.
The downside is my balls start to sweat profusely.
The upside is I can dig in my pants during the day and smell them.
The downside is that others may smell them.
As a result, tonight I am soaking in them in essentials oils consisting of pachouli, egyptian musk and "oceans".
Did women know that men's balls can get smelly and sweaty? Is that hot or not?
tits.
Today I am all about Dada and Cabaret Voltaire.
ReplyDeletethank you.
tits.
As a result, tonight I am soaking in them in essentials oils consisting of pachouli, egyptian musk and "oceans"
ReplyDeleteHave you tried palmolive, Madge?
Today I am all about Dada and Cabaret Voltaire.
ReplyDeleteI remember Cabaret Voltaire from Zurich but I don't think it was much in the 1990s when I was there. It was right off the Niederdorfstrasse which was where many of the cool bars were.
Chick, I am all about Dada back in the day and Cabaret Voltaire was are hangout.
ReplyDeleteIt is all about nothing, yet very something.
Get with it man.
Dada. Zurich, WW1.
tits.
Great check joke
ReplyDeleteIt is all about nothing, yet very something.
ReplyDeleteGet with it man.
For the Dada clue bus there is this: Fountain
With the unsoakedble Hugo Ball standing in at the Cabaret Voltaire.
Mamam Understands.
ReplyDeleteDada.
Cabaret Voltaire.
Nothing.
tits.
I'm Dada yet very Corporate.
ReplyDeleteI am the new Dada.
Din Dada.
And Tits.
Loafs.
Rare Clumbers.
Nothing.
tits.
Dada din,
ReplyDeleteno tits,
soaked balls
rare loaves
and one
singular
clumber.
When nothing's
about
everything,
it's good
to get
the details
correct.
When everything is a lie, even "the" and "and", then nothing can be true.
ReplyDeleteExactly, but not really Sixty.
ReplyDeletetits.
Zurich in the 90's had no active dadaist movement that I could discern. One of the hippest bars (I hated it) was called Cafe Odeon. This was supposedly where Lenin lurked and Joyce frequented. At night it was one of those places where everybody's head would turn when a new person entered, sort of like TOP's joint. Cafe Odeon was where I coined the derogatory term H.I.P. positive. Pronounced "aych eye pee positive"
ReplyDeleteBy and large, I'd never a seen a more dour people than the Zurcher Swiss. They depended on immigrants for practically everything or everything practical. Southern California was trying to emulate their economy for a while up until '05.
One thing I did like was that American bands would always play there on their European tours, usually in very small venues. The cinema scene was very good as well with lots of thriving little Kinos.
Oh yeah, the lake had a topless beach--what's not to like?
Restaurants were all too pricey in Zurich. I think I went to one nice one off the Bahnhofstrasse in the whole two years I was there. Going out for a meal usually meant a Wurstli with a piece of bread or some Schnipo at the Rheinfelder Bierhalle.
ReplyDeleteKraut Switzerland, what else could one expect. Give me Geneva any day. Merci!
ReplyDeleteGive me Geneva any day. Merci!
ReplyDeleteThe problem with the genfer Stadt was that it went to sleep after 11 PM--unless you were well heeled.
Ticino was the coolest Swiss Canton. Lugano (or Locarno) was the place to take visitors who wanted to experience Italy but with Disneyesque cleanliness.
ReplyDeleteGood morning, sports fans!
ReplyDeleteGood morning to you as well, sport!
ReplyDeleteBuon giorno, Darcia!
ReplyDeleteDarcia sportiva
ReplyDelete#italianlessons
Titus said...
ReplyDeleteI'm Dada yet very Corporate.
In other words you're not the unique angel of your conceit. You're the office drone who thinks of himself as superior to the other office drones who are nowhere squares compared to him, the behind enemy lines secret ultrahip underminer of the hand that feeds him.*
Which doesn't mean I don't luvya, Titus. I mean I'm not all judgmental like that keeper of impossible standards Sixty. But I do have your number ha ha ha ha ha.
* Which is Obama's conceit by the way.
I do love my Italian lessons!
ReplyDeleteSixty gave up that stuff! He's all "live and let live and put your commas wherever!" now.
ReplyDeleteWell, that was my take, anyway. WhaddooIkno?
ReplyDeletericpic is on a tear. Someone has to be. It will no longer be me. Let the comas fall where they may. Er, commas.
ReplyDeleteLet's avoid the comas, shall we?
ReplyDeleteComas bad, Comus good.
ReplyDeletePosse comitatus, good
ReplyDeletePussy commie titus, bad
Come facendo, le Tigers?
ReplyDelete#italianlessons
LOL. Smarties!
ReplyDeleteThe Tigers are in first place, having swept the first place White Sox! That was a fun series to watch wrap up at the ballpark.
LOL @ CL!
ReplyDeleteDuring strategic meetings with key opinion leaders I have to pinch my 15 year old prostate together really hard because I fear I am going to blast out a huge fart.
ReplyDeleteHave you guys ever been in very high level and extremely confidential meetings and had the need to rip out a plump fart?
That's stress my friend.
I held so many farts today that on my way home I was like ripping a huge one with every step I took.
dada.
tits.
@Darcy: Any sightings of swimsuit model? The one with honest displays? ;)
ReplyDelete@Titus: Lighting them both amuses your friends and cuts down on the odiferous quotient.
ReplyDeleteIn all honesty, no, Chick. But Verlander didn't pitch that day, so I didn't expect to see her.
ReplyDeleteI think it would be really cute if they were dating.
Perhaps Verlander needed a day off to was practice his curveball or his slider.
ReplyDeleteWait, that was garbled. But you get the picture. ;)
ReplyDeleteUh HUH. :)
ReplyDeleteDo you guys like Rosemary Truffle Fries with perfume accents and special fabulous dipping sauces in adorb little cups?
ReplyDeletetits.
I went to "Craigie on Main" tonight and it was fab.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fab name, huh?
"Craigie on Main, Titus speaking, sorry we are booked tonight, likely a 2 hour wait, can I pencil you in?
tits.
Do you prefer "little cups", Titus?
ReplyDeleteIn the summer women at work wear revealing dresses.
ReplyDeleteYou can see their tits.
I believe this is a distraction in the workplace and will ultimately cause problems.
How much flesh and tits must us men be exposed to before we say enough!
Do all of you know how hard it is to not comment on those exposed, hard, supple, nubile tits that are just sitting there on the desk? Some of them have no bras and actually bounce when they are typing on the computer.
It's unfair.
I am seriously considering some new policies in my creative environment regarding this obvious distraction.
tits.
I am also considering walking around all offices and cubicles in order to conduct nipple/tit checks.
ReplyDeleteI will have band aids with me as well as a ruler, masking tape and velcro.
No exposed tit will get by me.
And I will enforce standards and values in the workplace.
tits.
I am strategic as well as "hands on" and operational.
ReplyDeleteIf these came with the Green Bay Packers logo I would order a pair and wear them during NFL games.
ReplyDeleteYou know, the Green Bay Packers. Winningest team in NFL history.
It seems to me Titus is a upper torso hetero, and a lower torso homo. A half and half as it were.
ReplyDeleteAnd, to my surprise, Michael Haz has a touch of former Giant's coach, Ray Handley in him. NTTAWWT.
ReplyDeleteStop it Spinelli. We all wear silk, right? Don't we?? Uh...
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ReplyDeleteHaz my friend, I have never worn silk but think no less of a man who does. To each their own. I've heard Trooper liked to strip, put all the silk garments on the floor, and do a slip n' slide. His bride caught him one night and that was the end of that perversion.
ReplyDeleteNick, are you calling Titus a satyr or were you being satirical?
ReplyDeleteSilk is for pussies--or next to it.
ReplyDeleteLots of types of silk.
ReplyDeleteI own several silk shirts. They're great cuz they don't look much different after several wearings than they do right back from the cleaners.
Just ran upstairs and checked a tie that I own, and yep, 100% silk. It has a bunch of little embroderies of a wing and sword (173d Abn. Bde. patch). Made in the USA by the way.
ReplyDeleteI don't like silk sheets. But "Rowwwrrrr!", Michael! :)
ReplyDeleteI stand corrected, I do have a couple silk ties. I wear one of them w/ a pink dress shirt. But, it's 100% cotton. Maybe real men do wear silk..but I draw the line w/ underwear!!
ReplyDeleteBruce, I dub you Prince Pun.
I have a big ol' mess of silk ties. I stopped wearing them when I lost my job. Now they are dusty and terribly outdated, kind of like my skill set.
ReplyDeleteOK Nick, but I serve at the pleasure of the Queen of Puns in abstentia.
ReplyDeleteOK Nick, but I serve at the pleasure of the Queen of Puns in abstentia.
ReplyDeletePrince Regent
A prince regent is a prince who rules a monarchy as regent instead of a monarch, e.g., as a result of the Sovereign's incapacity (minority or illness) or absence (remoteness, such as exile or long voyage, or simply no incumbent)
Abstentia makes the heart grow Fonda.
ReplyDeleteMichael Haz said...
ReplyDeleteYou know, the Green Bay Packers. Winningest team in NFL history.
That's ure to invite a blather of fog.
(You get what I was eliding to)
ReplyDeleteDon't elide to me!
ReplyDeleteI can't bear such scorn an' elision.
ReplyDeleteI don't like silk sheets. But "Rowwwrrrr!", Michael! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Darcy!
I bought silk sheets once, during my long-ago bachelor years. They were so slippery that any escapade on them immediately turned into an Inspector Closeau-like slapstick farce. I was already hearing plenty of laughter without them, so I gave them away.
Still have the silk ties I wore while in corporate America. They are useful foe weddings, funerals and....other stuff.
These are phenomenal when it's time to work outdoor in subzero weather, ski or showshoe. Very warm and very light weight.
ReplyDeleteOK to all you guys.....silk long underwear is the best ever for wearing in the winter if you are hunting or working outdoors. Warm and wicks away the moisture from your body so you don't get clammy. The BEST!
ReplyDeleteYou don't have to tell everyone that your silk long johns are a loverly color of baby pink either. Shhhh. Keep that your little secret.
Aha. I see that Michael beat me to it.
ReplyDeleteLOL
Years later, Mitchum recalled that fateful evening in characteristically fond, but unflowery, terms. 'We were driving around in somebody's Model T,' Mitchum told PEOPLE in 1983. 'I took one look at her and said, 'This is it. I'll be back for you. Stick with me, kid, and you'll be farting through silk.'
ReplyDeleteAlennS: As a former paratrooper, I thought you'd be loyal to nylon: link
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*Aren't we all paratroopers in the sense that paramedics and paralegals are?
The Prince of Paronomasia endeavors to cover all bases and troops with fine spun.
ReplyDeleteWell, the risers were nylon, but we used to call the chute "silk". I have no idea what it was made of.
ReplyDeleteHere's a picture that I took of my chute sometime during the summer of 1967, at Ft. Bragg, NC.
I left the picture frame on.
ReplyDeleteAlso, those round red blotches are from a Pepsi or Coca-Cola can that I opened and didn't realize until it had dried that it splattered on the picture.
ReplyDeleteGreat pic. And Allen, you made me laugh about the Coke splatter. Adorbs.
ReplyDeleteI like how Darcy notices all the little signs of bachelorhood.
ReplyDeleteAdorbs to watch.
Time for a group hug.
I taped up some exposed tits and nipples today.
ReplyDeleteIt was a tough job but someone had to do it.
I was very careful while doing the taping.
No nipple was injured.
TITS
What kind of tape did you use, Titus? Duct tape?
ReplyDeleteFlorescent orange tape Chick.
ReplyDeleteI believe it was important to make a statement.
Kind of like a Scarlet A.
tits.
CL is just milking this story...
ReplyDeleteMaybe he's saving the package tape for mail situations.
ReplyDeleteThis is totally unrelated to any of the many fascinating topics in this thread, but I thought you all would enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteA letter to college freshman Ted Turner from his father.
Not exactly silky.
Of course, if Titus would let his fingers do some walking to places other than his pants, he might find that 3M produces a lovely black and yellow hazard tape ideally suited with stripes to promote employee safety by marking pinch points
ReplyDeleteif Titus would let his fingers do some walking to places other than his pants...
ReplyDeleteI think you added "his" inadvertently, MamaM.
The second "his", that is.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a long day....
The second "his", that is.
ReplyDeleteThat's what they call "auto-correction", Chip.
Anybody seen blake lately? Darcy? Aren't thou blake's keeper?
ReplyDeletesort of?
Just prior to the Taping Saga, there was some profuse sweating and digging in the pants (his own) happening.
ReplyDeleteI quit midway through the Turner link. Like the smell Titus was locating, it doesn't take long for the stench of abuse to make itself known. Sure enough there it was:
Turner's father, Robert Edward (Ed) Turner Jr. made a fortune in billboard advertising. He may have suffered from bipolar disorder, sometimes called manic depression, a disease of mood swings from mania to depression that makes it difficult for sufferers to form close personal relationships. Ed abused his son with severe, often unmotivated beatings using coat hangers and straps.
When Japan attacked Pearl Harbor in 1941, Ed enlisted in the navy and was posted to bases along the Gulf Coast. He took his wife and daughter with him but left his son, Ted, behind in a Cincinnati boarding school. Isolating his son from his family would become a pattern for Ed. In 1947 Ed moved his family to Savannah, Georgia, where he purchased a billboard advertising company. Ted was placed in the Georgia Military Academy near Atlanta.
In a rare moment of generosity, Ed gave his son a Penguin sailing dinghy in 1949. One of the family's African American domestics, Jimmy Brown, taught Ted how to sail and would become the man Ted regarded throughout his life as his true father.
Read more: Ted Turner 1938— Biography - Rejection and abuse, Young tycoon, Media giant, Ted and jane http://www.referenceforbusiness.com/biography/S-Z/Turner-Ted-1938.html#b#ixzz21hQEhyK7
Chip's link to TT's letter to his father reminded me of what may have happened when David Packard The Younger decided to major in classics many years ago instead of yearning to run his father's company.
ReplyDeleteI met Packard once at his beloved Stanford Theater when I lived in Sunnyvale. He was amazingly down-to-earth for such an ostensibly wealthy man. Not at all like the stereotypes touted and mocked at TOP.
ChipS, Good insight into the Turner pathology, thanks.
ReplyDeleteAnybody seen blake lately? Darcy? Aren't thou blake's keeper?
ReplyDeleteHa! I think that would be news to him!
He's one of my greatest friends ever, though. Maybe your comment will lure him out. ;-)
I thought about the success of these classics majors (tho I don't know if Turner followed through) and compare it to the scorn heaped on any non-STEM majors at TOP.
ReplyDeleteConjecture: Back in the days before universal leftism on campus and before student evaluations--every field was taught rigorously, so you could "learn how to think" even as a history major.
Nowadays, that's mostly only true of STEM fields.
I wonder how Allie is doing? Hope she's okay and feeling better.
ReplyDeleteTed Turner '60 spent three years at Brown and left without graduating. When he spoke on campus in 2002, he told students that he spent "three very interesting years" at Brown. Turner, who studied classics and economics, was commodore of the yacht club and vice president of the debating union.
ReplyDelete“I didn’t fail college; college failed me” the future captain of industry says about being expelled from Brown his senior year for burning down his fraternity’s homecoming display.
Turner’s time at Brown was the first time he was not under the stern watch of his father or at a military academy. Apparently Turner wanted to go to the Naval Academy, partially out of his love of ships, but his father objected.
Turner’s other famous quote about his time at Brown, “I learned mainly about drinking and sex, and I could have gotten that for less than $3,000 a year.”
While at Brown Turner and a group of friends got drunk and ended up at a nearby women’s college, and Ted was suspended from Brown as a result. After a tour of duty in the Coast Guard, Turner returned to Brown and took up classics.
@Darcy: I doubled down on the entendre with "keeper". ;0
ReplyDeleteI asked Allie yesterday on TOP about her stomach and she said she felt better.
Hee. You are always entendering! Rascal. :)
ReplyDeleteBlake, Bissage and Trooper - all in the land of wind and ghosts.
ReplyDeleteRegarding the land of wind:
ReplyDeleteTurner and Allman both found solace in using and controlling wind, Allman with singing and Turner with sailing.
Coming out of turbulent and emotionally challenging childhoods, each found their own outlet for sensory experience and expression.
“I learned mainly about drinking and sex, and I could have gotten that for less than $3,000 a year.”
ReplyDeleteGreat quote, MamaM.
I don't know if Brown was coed in Turner's era, but I think that ready access to a pool of a few thousand members of the oppo sex age 18-22, plus lots of beer and weed, is what will help universities survive the challenge from online education.
I attended Brown for one week in December '62. It was not coed then. And it was still a good school.
ReplyDeleteChip, I couldn't agree with you more.
ReplyDeleteI just got offered full time! Finally! I've been here since 2005 and have wanted full time for at least 3 years of that, but the firm just could not offer it until now.
ReplyDeleteI didn't get that job I interviewed for a couple of months ago, but I believe things worked out just the way they should have now. I really work for some great guys and didn't want to leave.
Great news, Darcy.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!
Thanks, Chip!
ReplyDeleteI'm very, very happy for you, Darcy. I wasn't aware that you were not working full time. I hope that this makes your life double good.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations Darcy!
ReplyDeleteDoes that mean that foreclosures are up? ;)
Darcy is a 9 to 5 girl..err woman! Way to go kid.
ReplyDeleteThanks, you guys. I loved my 30 hour week, but in this economy, I found myself feeling really pinched. I'm grateful that I have this job when so many are struggling to find any job at all.
ReplyDeleteAnd lol, chick. Nopes! Two new attorneys are joining our office. I like them both, too.
Congratulations Darcy! Very, very good news! Best wishes! No doubt that you deserve the promotion and much more!
ReplyDeleteAnd Allie, if you're reading, I hope you feel better soon.
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Since there have been rumors about my personal life here and on twitter, I'm going to say a few things to clear the air. I'm all about the transparency, yo.
I know in this day and age it's increasingly cool to go both ways, and even politicians are now coming out and making their preferences public.
So I'll state for the record: I am not bicondiment.
I know, I know, it's trendy and hip and all to taste all the flavors, but the idea of enjoying both ketchup and mustard is against my nature.
I am a mustardosexual, and have been one all of my life. Sure, I may add a little horseradish now and then (who doesn't?)to spice things up at home, but the idea of switching to ketchup just doesn't turn me on in any way.
Not that there's anything wrong with ketchup. If one of my kids announced that he or she had switched to ketchup I'd love him or her exactly the same as I do now. (I kinda suspect my daughter tried ketchup while she was an undergrad. It's a thing girls do now).
I do have a *slight* fetish for hot peppers, I admit. The hotter the better, in fact. Still, though, I'd never ask hot peppers to bring some ketchup along for a party. Hot peppers with mustard works fine for me, thankyouverymuch. I'm conventional in that way.
I hope that clears up the rumors about my private life. I am definitely heterocondiment.
Although I am fully supportive of condiment marriage, etc.
I embrace mustardosexuality with relish.
ReplyDeleteThank you Michael!
ReplyDeleteI prefer mustard as well, but have occasionally gone both ways. Never just ketchup, though! Ketchup is meant for French fries (and possibly meat loaf, but who is counting?).
A good strong mustard is generally all that I need.
I often use a ketchup/mustard swirl w/ french fries. Congrats on coming out Haz. "Better out than in."
ReplyDeleteI've been too busy to catch up on this thread. It's a pickle.
ReplyDeleteYou guys would slather anything on your buns.
ReplyDeleteDisgustibus non est disputandum
We've just been thrown under the disgustibus.
ReplyDeleteI think CL likes to pepper the conversation with big words.
Nick - I never thought of you as being a swirly kinda man. This comes as a surprise.
ReplyDeleteTo celebrate Darcy's promotion, I just drove to the Dairy Queen in New Richmond and bought a large vanilla shake. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
ReplyDeleteHee. Cheers, Allen. :)
ReplyDeleteCongrat's Darcy!
ReplyDeleteMo Money!
tits.
Good job, Ms. Darce - I am delighted to hear you got on full time. ;^)
ReplyDeleteI finished my cloud HR consulting job and my new assignment is with a Public Policy Company. They are all PHD/Economists. They either decide to work in this industry or in Academics.
ReplyDeleteThey focus on health care, disability, disease management, nutrition, education and a bunch of other shit.
All from Tier 1 colleges, natch.
They have three divisions: Health, Human Services and Survey.
Very interesting.
About 1000 employees, growing to approximately 1500 by the end of the year.
They are fucking smart, but I know how to schmooze.
I am supporting their Cambridge, DC and Ann Arbor office.
My pay rate is usually $110/hour but I agreed to 98.00 for them because I thought it would be an interesting industry that I haven't worked in.
I have worked in Publishing, High Tech, Financial Services, Biotech, Health Care and now Public Policy. Very diversified and fab.
The people are very thoughtful and talk slow and think a lot before they open their mouths. I am used to working on the commercial side of businesses where everything is hair on fire. Here it is heavy contemplation and analysis.
Anyone been to the Dickeyville Grotto, Wisconsin?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sixty!
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, Titus.
Ann Arbor is a 20 minute drive from me. If any of you is ever there, I hope you'll let me know. I'd drive over for lunch. I love A2.
ReplyDeleteTwo hundred!
ReplyDeleteI'll take the prize behind Door Two.