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So, what’s on the plate for our new president’s lunch? A host of game birds, hot dogs for the little ones (am I the only one who sees Biden sneaking a dog?) , and a massive sigh of relief for all that are involved, including of course the caterers:
http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/20/a-mission-to-serve-lunch-in-the-capitol/

Holiday Cross-Over

Something about this just tickles my ironic funny bone… the idea of haunted gingerbread houses! I’d be a fun thing to do at a party, and it’s easier to find massive amounts of small candy for cheap this time of year. Plus there is something sexy about the browns of gingerbread decorated with blacks and oranges.  Hit up google image search for some ideas, but I first saw haunted gingerbread mansions here.

The Kinchley’s Review

Kinchley’s Pizzeria has more rules than Ramapo’s library. You can’t split orders, you can’t use credit cards, and drinks don’t come with free refills. Yet as many people as cram into the library during finals week can be found in the tightly-packed dining room of Kinchley’s every day. So what’s their secret to success, despite all the rules? Find the answer after the dramatic-pause jump.

So cliche it hurts: Rutt’s Hut

 

 

 

I know. You’ve all heard of it. Most’ve you have been there. Until the other night when my boyfriend and I attended a preseason Jets game, I’d never visited. And despite my negative opinions of it, which mostly formed after actually eating the hot dogs, it is just as true a piece of New Jersey history and present as anything else we have. 

More after the cut…

Raw Bars: The Ron Puke Revolution

At a friend’s apartment recently, we were offered to sample a new product. Someone’s aunt (the crazy hippie aunt everyone seems to have) had sent them a box of raw food bars to try out. You know it’s going to be good when someone offers you food with a disclaimer along the lines of “do you want any of this before I throw it out.” Review and modern sculpture after the jump.

On Omelets and Life

Today was a rough start for me. I woke up feeling rather stupid after having drank way more than I should’ve, and had a horrible headache. Even after chugging a Propel fitness water, I felt like poo. “Store…”, I squeaked to my boyfriend, “We have to go to the store. I need Aleve…”

Sustainabeerlity

While digging around, I found this great article on the top 5 guilt-free beer companies. Apparently two of my top favorites, Long Trail and Sierra Nevada, made the list. However, I’m wondering if Sierra Nevada is truly “guilt-free” for me, as it has to travel all the way from California to reach me in New Jersey. For me, then, Long Trail is the most eco guilt-free, except for those times in which my friends make beer, which would be by far the freshest and least travel miles possible.

Food Safety For Dummies: When in doubt, throw it out

Those on the east coast got to experience the heat wave last week. To cope, I hid at my girlfriend’s apartment with central air. At home, my mom got treated to a 2 day power outage (the kind that cascaded across Jersey for various reasons). Trying to save the fridge food, she kept it stocked with some bags of ice.

It gets nasty after the break.

What to Drink in Munich

Munich is a funny city in that you can drink pretty much wherever you want; there are stalls at train stations, in subways, on the street, in the museum, and in the parks. Actually, drinking with friends is done especially well in the parks at beer gardens. Now that I’ve left Germany, the thing I will most likely miss most is sitting under the wide fronds of a fragrant chestnut tree eating and drinking with friends in a manner which is more socially acceptable than here in America.

But what do you drink when you’re there?

Review: Spatenhaus

Spaten is one of my favorite Munich beers, and we had the oppurtunity to visit the Spaten braukeller to get food and drink. For my meal I shared a plate of ox, boar, lamb, and beef which had been grilled and placed over country potatoes (fried wedges) with a side of cheese spaetzle (a German pasta, when used in this dish a sort of German mac and cheese) and a salad.

The meats were some of the best I’ve had in Munich thus far, and the spatzle was almost too rich to eat–in fact, my order ended up being shared with many others. I’ve come to realise that spaetzle is something generally considered the ‘vegetarian option’ in Munich restaurents. Much better than a portobello mushroom, in my opinion.