Crybabies

Apparently, the Girl and the Goat is so fucking amazing, that grown women cry at the thought of not being able to get a reservation. Of course, I wouldn't know, having eaten around 10 goats, I can say I find camel meat to be prefferable. Therefore, I'm not interested in some swanky, over-rated blah-blah-blah.

I found this out because the GF, or Wife as she prefers to be called, works as a hot-shit concierge at one of the hoighty-toityiest 5 star hotels in the city. Some rich lady started blubbering on the phone at the prospect of having to wait an hour at the bar in Chicago's hottest whatever-it-is.

That said, new vistas of opportunity have opened to me. I am now officially on "the list" as a line sitter. For a paltry $250 ($200 if you include a sexual favors) I'll wait in line, at the bar, or in the parking lot while other people enjoy themselves eating at whatever place is currently hard to get into. Of course you could just save that money and hang out, but $250 an hour is nothing for people who pay as much for their Au Pair to get a haircut.

Just sayin's all...



I coulda had a V-8 instead of this shitty wait. This ain't no good(er). shoulda called the Fooder!



Record Store Day Bonehead

In case you're even more dense than me you know it was Record Store Day this past Saturday. I just discovered, 5 years too late, that my new favorite local record store (free F-ing arcade and records by the pound) was no longer my old favorite record distributor.  Additionally, found out 6 hours too late that my old roomate, producer, and chum Bavid Baker just realeased a new EP and played an in-store show. Essentially I missed everything. But GF, the Foodling and I did manage to get some amazing pizza at at Coalfire on Grand Ave. Unbelievably. Amazing. Every. Time. Great wine selection as well. Definitely head over there some time, possibly a weekday or early in the eve to miss the crowds and say hey to my friend Dave (who told me about the in-store and Record Store Day -Thx Dave!).

And just to rub it in here is my Record Store Day purchase:



http://www.theprp.com/2012/02/15/news/tomahawk-to-release-from-eponymous-to-anonymous-vinyl-set-on-record-store-day/



Angels and Slaves

The Fooder went to Sable last night to wait for the GF. I had promised not to talk about slavery again, but somebody started talking about this site (maybe it was me, I'm not sayin') and well, how can you not talk about salvery when you talk about hot women seeing the world on some rich guy's dime. At least this time I didn't yell.


I was by far the least douchy character in there, which isn't saying a lot, but any time you go within a mile of the Viagra triangle you're going to be innundated with the worst humanity can offer. That said the drinks were delightful. Here's a pro tip: ask for a drink menu, get a mini High Life. Freddy whipped me up a drink he called the, uh, Sweet Angel or something like that. All I know is it had Famous Grouse whisky in it which always remind me of my relatives back in England.



Usually we just drink it from the tap.



EDIT: It was called the Drunken Angel here's the recipe:





The Famous Grouse, Punt e Mes, Mathilde Pear, fresh orange juice, orange bitters

Drunken Angel

Anyhow, it was a fine drink, loosly based on the other drink I had that night, ye olde Blood and Sand. I managed to yell this suggestion to at least two other guests, but I don't think they took me up on it. Freddy makes a great Blood and Sand.

Some clown was trying to pick up a cocktail waitress at the waitress stand. he asked if it was a photobooth and then offered to buy drinks for all of them except the older on. I think he said she wasn't pretty. He was mightily rebuffed and spent the next hour reeling around the place like a thre-legged stool.

Anyway, I'm glad to report, the GF forgave me about the slavery thing because I was actually talking about it in a semi-constructive way and we went home, discovered someone had snapped off our doorbell ringer to steal the AAA battery, had a Jim Beam fueled dance party and then sex for longer than I can remember. All-in-all it was a successful evening.