Handbill Handout

I was flipping through the news feed of a Popular Social Networking Site, wait, I guess the proper term is “scrolling” through the news feed, “flipping” being something one does with the physical pages of physical media. Physical media is dead; at least that’s what I read all the time in the electronic media. So now let us reset. I was scrolling through the news feed of a Popular Social Networking Site and came across the following update from a friend who is in fact, a friend in real life and not just a friend on the Popular Social Networking Site: “My hatred of local carnivals officially knows no bounds. Just had to walk a mile or so to cross the street due to a silly fair thing. Funnel cakes and carny folk for all!!” Ah, carnivals. Back in the last century before “quality of life” initiatives made the consumption of alcohol on the streets of this town a Serious Crime (or rather, a crime serious enough that not only do you have to pay a fine but you actually have to show up in fron...

The other day the Mrs. went to A Large Chain Bookstore That Shall Not Be Named For Fear Of Attracting The Corporate Blog Searchers. We’ll just call them LCB for short. Oh, and the Corporate Blog Searchers I refer to are those folks whose job it is to monitor word of mouth on the World Wide Web and try to counter any negative WOM about their company. I had one of those folks come right here a couple of months ago, remember? Then again, maybe it is nice to have strangers drop by. So let’s just call LCB “Barnes and Noble” instead. The Mrs. asked me if she should pick up any of the books from my Amazon list (another corporate name, another potential visitor, whee!) and I gave her a list of three titles, all fiction. Normally I like to be reading two books at once, one fiction and the other non-fiction and I pick what to read at a given moment based on my mood, the surroundings and how much time I have. I just started a non-fiction book so fiction was the way to go. One of my trai...

Stolen from Ken's Playlist .

"Your real friends tell you when your fly is open." "It's in the script." "Always wear dark pants, that way nobody will know if you ever piss yourself." "Now you're in the hands of the Philistines"

Not “Hi, I’m Chef Wylie” or “Hi I’m Chef Dufresne”. Just “Hi, I’m Wylie”. This is how one of the best chefs in the country greets visitors to his kitchen. When you have as much talent as he does you don’t need to try to impress anyone with pretension or honorifics. I’m not often star-struck, but I must admit I babbled a bit. The wine surely helped with the babble. I tried to be as respectful as I could but it was one of those “you’ve got two minutes to ask this guy anything” brain freezes. I told him he’s the only guy in the world who will make eggs that I’ll actually eat, and then I asked him questions about technique and ingredient sourcing. He was gracious and answered all of my questions save one. I’ll get to that when I go through the menu. The service was amazingly gracious and friendly, as was pastry chef Alex Stupak who, despite being in the weeds took a few minutes to meet us as well. When we were talking to Alex Wylie yelled over “you guys hang around in here much longer I’m ...