Everyone believes in something. All of the great historical belief systems have a place that holds a significant reverence. For some it may be Mecca, Israel or Varanasi. For me, that deserving reverence was established on October 3, 1964 at The Anchor Bar in Buffalo, NY when Teressa Belissimo dropped a mess of wings into the deep fryer. On that glorious night of all nights, Teressa unknowingly gave birth to what has become my blogging muse….the Buffalo Wing!
When I got a phone call a few months ago from Ms. Zombie Jr. letting me know that she would be spending her More >
Once again, our old pal Hank is slipping around the country on tour. He is doing what he really does best…standing in front of a room full of people and rambling about things (and he usually makes sense). This is the 4th time that Mrs. Zombie and I have gotten to see Mr. Rollins doing his spoken word gig and it’s always a heck of a good time.
For those of you not familiar with the good Mr. Rollins, let me give you the uber condensed version. Henry grew up in DC and in the early 80′s he fronted the punk More >
Mrs. Zombie and I decided several weeks ago that Tuesday night was our “goin’ out” night. Each Tuesday night we come home from work, put on some comfy clothes and head out for dinner together, just the two of us. Of course, when we eat at home it’s just the two of us with the addition of my PIGI tasting partner Dakota but sometimes it’s nice to actually go out where other people can see us….you know, it our gift to them. Well, around these here parts…Monday or Tuesday night pretty much means wing night. Yep, just about every place More >
Thankfully my trip through the gifts bestowed upon me by Hot Dog is coming to a close. Up on the block today we have a jar full of trotters. I know you’ve wondered about these things for years as you’ve scanned the grocery isle shelf and have seen them perched between the dried beef and the Vienna sausages. These things really are the most prime example of making due with nothing.
I think one of my larger concerns here is…how many jars of these things do they really even sell? Do people crave these things. With all the food that we More >
Ok, so it’s not a wing place. I realize that but give me a few minutes and hear me out. Imagine a place where all you had to do was turn a little card over on your table and never ending magical mystery meat tour would make its way across your plate. Ok, you’ve got that image in your head, right? Stay with me here. Not only does the carnival parade of meats never end, but you’ve also got tasty side dishes and a baffling array of pickled, cured, seasoned and generally kick ass buffet items that goes with it.
I More >