Photos: Europe Trip – Amsterdam, Netherlands

Originally, Amsterdam was not on the original agenda; it would’ve been Paris directly to Berlin, and spend an extra day in Berlin, or something like that. I don’t actually remember how the idea came to fruition, but in the end, I’m very glad that we went to Amsterdam at all, and if I had to pick one place of the four cities seen to come back to first, it would most likely be Amsterdam.

Mind you, I’m not into weed, much less smoking at all, nor do I have an inherent want for prostitutes, so the obvious jokes are not any viable justification at all for why I have such an opinion. Ultimately, it boils down to the fact that Amsterdam is a city that exuded life and activity, seemed so chill (probably due to all the weed), there was a lot of good food, and since we were there for literally a 24-hour span, we most certainly felt like we couldn’t have done a bunch of the things we would’ve liked to have done.

Really, Amsterdam is just a cool city. It’s a vibrant and diverse place, proud of its heritage, and in the end it feels like I barely got to scratch the surface of what potential cool things there could be out there. Seriously, I felt like I could spend several days worth of time walking through alleys, looking down canals, and wandering around the varying neighborhoods just seeing what lies where. It felt like absolutely any type of food in the world (except Korean) could be found there, and naturally if there’s one thing that drives my fat guy problems, it’s the pursuit of new good food.

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A true social experiment, by Chick-Fil-A

TL:DR (subscriber content) – Chick-Fil-A CEO Dan Cathy announces that the company will build a new Chick-Fil-A (CFA) restaurant in Atlanta’s Westside, hoping to help revitalize the notoriously blighted community.

First off, I just recently started playing Dragon Age: Origins (like, ten years late), so I think it’s actually hilarious that they use the phrase “blight” to describe the resurrection of evil monsters hellbent on overtaking the world, when in modern society, “blight” is pretty much a politically correct term to describe “a predominantly black community with a high rate of crime.”

Depending on whom you ask, there might not be that great of a perception of difference, as ironically sad as that might be.

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Priorities

Short story shorter: Fresno man rescues his entire family from an apartment fire, yawn.  Goes back in afterward to rescue slab of ribs from getting burned, HERO.

This guy truly know what’s up.  He has his priorities straight, obviously.

I don’t know who this guy is, other than the fact that his name is Robert Wright and he lives in Fresno, California.  But I think I love him.

The best part of this whole thing is that he basically cut a wrestling promo; he introduced himself, engaged himself to the camera, identified what he did, and what his intentions were.  Obviously vastly more talented than Bray Wyatt.

Bonus points for him brandishing his rescued slab of ribs the entire 90 second interview, as if it were a championship belt.  I mean, ribs are delicious, and his look pretty legit, so I guess it’s a matter of why the heck shouldn’t he?

Stories that write themselves

Big weekend for semis hauling food crashing on Atlanta area highways. Still no Frito-Lay truck or the sort that contains a great deal of what would be classified as side items.

First, we have yet another beer truck crash up in Cobb County, dumping its contents all over I-75. How it overturned, who really knows, but know that it happened while going in a straight line, so whatever it was, it was truly stupid. Ultimately, the reaction is “no big deal,” because we’ve already had a beer truck crash in Atlanta within the last two years.

The food truck crash story of the weekend however, is this tractor truck full of watermelons dumping its contents all over the highways. Given the location of said incident, and the contents of the tractor trailer, this is my knee jerk reaction:

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BEST WORST HOLIDAY

Ahh, it’s that time of the year when I can wake up on a Monday morning, and not feel the anxious feeling of knowing that I have a finite amount of time to brush my teeth, get dressed, let the dog out, and get out on the road, before a very tiny window of time that separates a 45-minute commute from a 60+ minute commute.

For it is Confederate Memorial Day observed in the great state of Georgia, and I do not have to work today.

This is kind of like the feeling of watching your favorite sports team’s arch-rivals losing to a third party.  After your favorite sports team has already lost for the day.

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Atlanta has lost a culinary icon

Long story short: Ann Price, better known as “Miss Ann,” passes away at the age of 72.  She was known for running Ann’s Snack Bar, where it served an iconic item known as the “Ghetto Burger.”

It’s no secret that the Ghetto Burger is one of the most well-known must-try hamburgers in the country, most notably decreed “the best” by the Wall Street Journal at one point.

And as much as I tried to get others to go to Miss Ann’s, or encouraged for people to put their anxieties of going into a scary urban black neighborhood aside for good food, I could never get anyone to go to Ann’s Snack Bar and try a Ghetto Burger.

Now, none of those people ever will.  Nobody ever will, again.

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I LIVE IN A DESERT

Impetus:

Food deserts are defined by the U.S. Department of Agriculture as low-income communities located more than one mile from a reliable source of fresh produce and other healthy whole foods.

That’s a new term to me.  “Food desert.”  lol.

Naturally, we’re inclined to hear the word “desert” and naturally visualize harsh terrains of flat land, high heat, sand everywhere, and the sun beating down unmercifully.  Contextually, it makes sense what a food desert should be, but it’s still amusing to me that my particular area would likely be considered one.

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