Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2016

The old neighborhood...

I live 3 blocks from the Frontier at the corner of University and Lead. Steve and I would make our way over around 9:30 pm for coffee and a doobie. Used to be open 24 hours a day I believe in the really old days but now just stays busy between 6am to 10pm. Famous for the cinnamon buns but also had the best juevos ranchero with green chili.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Oh... Yes.... a clever title..... I don't have one.

Eating family is never a good idea. I can attest. After devouring my nephew, Donovan, I had difficulty falling asleep.

Also, yes, my wife DOES think she is Captain Morgan (Not to be confused with Capt. Jack Sparrow -- see previous) and my other nephew IS making the dreaded W-Face so popular at the 2004 RNC convention.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Daddy. What was it like in 1976?

Well, son. Contrary to popular belief, not everyone danced to disco music. We did, however all eat SPAM!
Man: Well, what've you got?
Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Vikings: Spam spam spam spam...
Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam...
Vikings: Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!

I'm digging the one sandwich here that appears to be a baked beans and spam. Aieee, Sahib!

On the hair front, Balsam was big. All shampoos were required to contain it. Apparently, 90% of the population suffered from balsam allergies, which resulted in their hair swelling to unusual proportions. It also acted as an early short-acting form of Botox. This woman is nearly 80 years old.

For some great photos from 1976, check out the variety here on Flickr.