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So the other night I watched this frightening triple feature brought to you by the same dudes who bring you the crazydavetape!
Basically what this is two bootleg MJ specials- Captain EO and a Thriller making of featurette….plus a Brazilian porno starring a MJ look-alike!
What better treat to eat with this, than A Curry Tuna Pie! And for the occasion, I decided to make myself a delicious exception to my moratorium on pussy jokes. This is actually a jazzed up version of one of my favorite mom-based recipes. My mom used to make something called “tuna ladder loaf” which is basically a tuna salad wrapped in croissant dough, which is a actually a DIY tuna hot-pocket. However for this one I, made it in the round, like a tasty 45′ and added curry and miracle whip. Then I topped it off with some cherry tomatoes Zena picked on the way home. And TAA DAA!
hi eggverybody its Egglias the W-eggst Coast Corr-egg-spondent to FoodParty.egg. (PS wouldnt that be sweet if there was a .egg extension? think about it)
Ok everyone I wasnt lying when I said one of the main purposes of me wasting time sitting at my desk at work writing for this nasty blog was to expose the world to the sunday comic strip EGGERS®! Its this really fucked up comic strip that some undoubtedly fat and egg shaped lady in florida runs, where lil half wit kids and sometimes even homosexual teenagers/eggers from the Seattle area send in a drawing of an EGG PUN. Now if youre wondering wtf I am talking about, check out the last w-egg-ks Eggers Com-egg strip:
ok – this is sweet in so many ways. Go smoke some weed and come back and check it out with me, ok? Chick -Egg Pox! This is surely a wise and just selection for the Pick of The Week . First of all, the drawing totally looks like the egg version a herpes virus zoomed into at +1000000000%. PLUS you are adding an ironic element making a egg pun out of the word Chicken. Which came first MUTHAFUCKA?????? great work, Erin Steiner, Age 7, Seattle. I will let other eggs comment on their fave Artist of Egg-Streme Merit below. More to come N-Egg-xt Week!
so this past weekend i was in spring lake, new jersey enjoying a little getaway with some friends when i was introduced to this:
this ladies and germs, is the pork roll. if you arent familiar with it, the pork roll, or “taylor ham” as it commonly referred to as (much like how everyone calls tissues “kleenex”), is a salty pork product that apparently is only popular and available in new jersey, though i dont see why because its pretty damned good.
don’t let the name “taylor ham” fool you though, because this product is what it is: a pork roll. its mushed up pig parts spiced up and put in a casing and sold either in logs that look like liverwurst, or presliced packages (4 or 8 slices) sold in the awesome packaging i posted up top. new jersey natives had a hard time decsribing it to those of us who had never had it, saying the best comparable meat was canadian bacon, though i feel thats only because its sort of round and salty. and honestly, that would be my best decription of it: round and salty. its not as salty as bacon however, but not as bland as say, bologna, and it has a distinct flavor that i just can put my finger on.
customarily, pork roll is fried and served on a roll with egg and cheese creating one of the better breakfast sandwiches ive had in a long time. the picture on the box shows it being served on an english muffin, and apparently some schools feed it to their kids:
so of course before i left, i made it a point to buy two boxes so that i may enjoy it at home and enjoy it i did. taking a cue from the box, i bought some english muffins, eggs, and white american cheese and tried my hand at making some “THEC” (“Taylor Ham Egg and Cheese”), which topped off with some hot sauce, made for one fine sunday brunch.
so next time you’re in new jersey, make sure you stop at a deli and order a pork roll sandwich, and be prepared to add a new member to your pork family.
pork roll/taylor ham: 15 thumbs up.
for further pork roll reading:
- www.jerseyporkroll.com
- pork roll on wikipedia
I went to the Plainsman Museum in Aurora, Nebraska on Sunday to check out the Ethnic Food Festival and to also to check out the museum. I was hoping to be enlightened by the different varieties of food they might have from what doesn’t seem like a ethnically diverse region of the country. If anything, I was just curious, expectations aside.
Here is what they had to offer:
Salad Dressing Coffee Cake
Hot German Potato Salad
Swedish Potato Bologna
A German Cold Soup
Scottish Carrot Cake
Irish Mashed Potatoes with Cabbage
French Dessert
Mexican Chile Verde
Swedish Meatballs
Fried Rice from Laos
German Sausage
Frikadeller-Danish Meatballs
German Peppernuts
Chocolate
The Laotion lady serving the fried rice was really funny. She saw me eyeing her fried rice (sorry to say, this was a very boring dish, lady) and was all like, “I know YOU want some fried rice.”
And I was like, “Hell yeah!” (to be polite.) She seemed really excited to see an Asian.
The highlight of the “festival” (this took place in the front room of the museum, fluorescent lighting and all), was actually the SALAD DRESSING COFFEE CAKE.
Here is the recipe. The chef of this recipe was nice enough to write it on a poster and taped it behind her table:
Here she is:
I would make this cake at home. (This is a big deal.) It was wonderfully moist (Miracle Whip), and had good deep chocolate flavor (brought out by the cold coffee). The only thing I would change is to use real mayonnaise instead of the Miracle Whip, cut about a third of the sugar out, use espresso instead of coffee, and use dark chocolate instead of cocoa powder. That would make it more boojy and luxurious. The mayo element negates having to use eggs and oil, and gave it a real creamy “melt in you mouth” element. This cake was seriously moist. Try it!
When I go into a diner that looks like a “50’s style” diner, I’m always in terror that some waiter is going jump up on a counter and sing “Love Shack” to amuse me. Then I’ll point out that “Love Shack” isn’t a song from the fifties, and why do we have this romanticized version of the fifties is our minds, what with the segregation, the objectification of women, terrifying cold war, etc, etc. Yes, I’m a barrelful of lighthearted laughter at Johnny Rockets!
Luckily for anyone who is forced to eat with me, the Bel Aire Diner only looks fifties-ish from the outside. Plopped on the corner of Broadway and 21st Street, it has the chrome-everything appearance of a mobile home.
I got there on 3pm on a Sunday afternoon, which means it’s time for breakfast food. (You don’t go ordering shrimp kabobs or lentil soup on a Sunday afternoon, Commie!) It’s busy. Super busy, even on an off time. This place has apparently been voted “best diner” in Queens for the last 100-plus years, and they’re in no danger of going out of business. I sit at the counter (I don’t mind eating solo), and order the Irish breakfast. I’ve ordered “Irish Breakfast” at other places, and usually it means that they throw Irish Bacon in the normal mix of eggs and toast. But oh, how I underestimated you Bel Aire Diner. My plate is put in front of me, and I get this:
Okay, I didn’t get an actual photo of the plate, but sweet Mother O’Malley, people. Here’s what you get: Two eggs any style (I recommend over-hard), two savory pieces of Irish bacon, two pieces Irish sausage, two pieces regular sausage, French fries, and baked-bean style white pinto beans. And toast. Thanks, Irish for never inventing a dish that’s less than 70% starches. Everything comes out in a big pile, which you should most certainly put catsup upon and eat as one big conglomeration. I wouldn’t have suspected that all this mixed together would come up delicious, but my rule of thumb when eating out is: if it sound like a bizarre or terrible idea, ALWAYS order it. It will either be the best thing you ever put in your mouth, or a horrendous thing you can tell a story about later.
In addition, it’s not greasy. The meat is all real meat, not pieces of lard shaped into different forms. The beans are fresh, and the fries are light and crispy. Oh, and it’s only eight dollars. That’s right. Coffee is good diner coffee. It’s not the greatest, but certainly not brown water. It’s just strong enough for you to drink five cups without getting ill.
Two more reasons it’s great: 24 hours, and one block from my house. So come out here and eat, you little jerks!
I have just returned from the lovely city of New York where the booze is flowing and the friends are fine. I spent a few days in NYC for a job interview at the School of Visual Arts. While I was in town I did some amazing dining. I decided to document my experiences for all of you!
In case you were not aware I used to live in NYC for a semester in 2003. (4 years ago! MY GOD!) So every time I go back to the city I always end up going to a few of my favorite places to eat/hang out, as well as enjoy new places that have been found by others in my absence.
This trip was a real pleasure. Check it out:
I arrived at LaGuardia at 7:45AM on Thursday. I really hate traveling so early in the morning. I took a cab to Jacq’s place in Ridgewood and enjoyed a quick nap in her bed. It was really lovely.
Then I phoned Zachariah Durr and made plans to meet up with him at one of my FAVORITE NYC restaurants, the 7A. (7th St and Ave A in the East Village) My interview wasn’t until 3:00pm so we met up in the East Village at 1:00pm. I ordered scrambled eggs with veggie ham and mixed greens salad with their delicious carrot vinaigrette dressing. Zachariah had the Brioche French Toast with rum butter. Unfortunately I forgot to shoot my first meal! WHAT A DUMMY! Anyways, it made my stomach happy and I really felt like I had a lucky breakfast before my interview. Too bad our waiter sucked.
Then it was off to SVA on 21st between 2nd and 3rd Ave. My interview was like an hour and a half! I think it went pretty well. Think positive thoughts for me, kittens! After my interview and after Zachariah spent almost 2 hours hanging out with college photo kids, we went looking for shoes.
Unfortunately, we were both unsuccessful, but then really hungry. We ended up back in the East Village on St. Marks. We went to a place I had been once before called Cafe Orlin. It is on St. Marks at the corner of 2nd Ave. They have a patio area and a fairly large and diverse menu.
I had this amazing Hijiki Seaweed Tofu Salad! And mashed potatoes!
They fried the tofu and it looked like mozzarella sticks! There was also avocado, cucumbers, and ginger-sesame dressing. This salad was so good! Much better than the hijiki salad at Tommy’s. (go figure)
Then it was back to Ridgewood for party time. We went to a place called BarCade (a bar with tons of old school arcade games) and another place called the Alligator Lounge. This place was sweet. They give you a FREE pizza when you order a beer. I had heard about this before and always imagined a small, personal pan style pizza. HELL NO! These pizzas are big! Budget, but big.
We each got a pizza. This is so silly.
Doan enjoying Pizza.
Amanda and Chris enjoying Pizzas. Seriously, who doesn’t want free pizza??
After Pizzatime we went to Union Pool where we consumed many beers. I had some Yuengling. Nice. (see below)
The next day I was super hung over. I called Sandra Chi and told that bitch to take me to breakfast. Chris Duffy, Danny B, Sandra and I all headed back to the East Village for a fantastical dining experience called VESELKA. (E. 9th at the corner of 2nd Ave.) It is a Polish/Ukrainian restaurant I was known to frequent with Mike Kwiecinski back in the day. Pierogies, cakes, sandwiches, stuffed things, SO GOOD! This was the BEST idea of the day. Thank you, Sandra! Check out our delicious treats.
Sandra Chi ordering an espresso AND coffee after pounding a Starbucks double shot and Frappawhacko on the train over. Bitch is nuts!
My tomato rice soup with fresh dill.
Vegetarian Sampler with 2 onion pierogies, 2 potato pierogies, and meatless stuffed cabbage. YUM!
This pickle on Danny B’s plate looked super fake.
Chris Duffy ordered some BORSCHT. How beautiful does this look?
We were joined by LISA RAMSEY and then we hit up some galleries in Chelsea. Lisa took Sandra and I to a little Puerto Rican cafe called Cabo Rojo near W. 25th. It’s one of those super narrow diners with a few tables and a counter. Lisa got some fish soup and rice while Sandra opted for Chicken Noodle Soup. Everything was bright yellow and smelled really good.
This is quite possibly the cutest thing ever. Unfortunately, their cupcakes didn’t look so cute. They looked like the ones at Giant Eagle, kinda. I opted for a small box of fairy cakes (tiny cupcakes) that were VERY cute. (Lisa, I accidentally left them at your place with my tights! ENJOY!) On another unfortunate note, they can’t punctuate to save their lives in there. I saw this sign and got really mad. It’s not a statement, it’s a QUESTION! Use a question mark for imperative sentences. AHH!
Later on that night I met up with Adam Carmichael in Greenpoint for dinner. We went to a place called ENID’S and I had the best meal of my trip. They had a few veggie options on their menu, but I opted for the one that would make for the best conversation with David later: THE FISH TACOS!!!! Oh man, they were so good. Fried catfish, slaw, corn tortillas, beans and rice, topped off with a strong margarita. Plus, the restaurant is SUPER CUTE (and so was our waiter). Enid’s is located at the corner of Manhattan and Driggs, across from Matchless. Go there.
MY FISH TACOS! Yummy!
Needless to say, NYC was a blast as usual. I got into a lot of trouble, enjoyed the companionship of faraway friends, and ate like a queen! CHEERS!
Yesterday I went to a culturally mind-blowing event in Hordville, Nebraska called FLODFEST. It’s an all day 3 day country music festival that takes place at Covenant Cedars Bible Camp with two stages, one called Prairie Island Stage and the other called Chuckwagon Stage. The bands were pretty good, a lot of them singing old Hank Williams songs or other old cowboy songs. Pretty sweet. The majority of people attending this festival were senior citizens, as you will see from some of these photos.
Who’s idea was it to go to this? It was Miriam, one of the writers in resident at the Art Farm, who saw a flyer for it at a coffee shop in Marquette. What a cultural experience this was!! I mostly documented the food we ate.
When we got there around 6, it was suppertime, and there was a break in the festival where everyone stopped to eat supper, potluck style. The spread was quite impressive!! Notice how many grandma-style sweets there are!! Awesome!!
Here is the nice lady that served me SLOPPY JOE. She also cooked ALL the ground beef you see before you! Let me tell you this sandwich was one of the softest heavenly biting experiences I’ve had in some time. White bun, slow cooked ground beef in spices and tomato sauce…. *sigh!
Here is more food. At least two different kinds of ambrosia salads, pastel puddings, cakes, spaghetti, potato salads, tuna macaronis, pickles salads, corn, potato chips, doritos, oh man!
To wash it all down was iced tea!!
It was hard not to grab a little of everything just to try, but I maintained self control and tried to compose a well-balanced meal. This is what my plate looked like:
Now, for a peaceful zen experience, please watch this video. There’s a sample of what the music sounded like at the festival with some video of a deer I saw on the farm earlier this week:
This year i thought for someone’s b-day that I would bake them a cake, as i dont do a whole lot of baking. Then Zena’s sepcial day loomed on the horizon, and I took full advantage of it. So did Paul, and Yaya! This is the cake I made.
this cake was made with,
two layers made from strawberry cake mix, 10oz of sprite, half a bok of strawberry jello mix, some oil and some eggs
the middle layer is topped with cream cheese frosting
and the outside is a mix of granulated sugar, powdered sugar, blue food coloring, vanilla extract, and about a cup of crisco.
top that off with everything erika has in the cupboard and youve got youself one tasty cake!
here is zena cutting the cake! Yeah!!!
Lisa stayed at our house a week or so ago and she made us some sandwiches that inspired a whole movement of sandwhich snacking and creating at our houses!
Here Lisa enjoys a sandwich that i made for her, it involves
goldennut wheat bread,peanutbutter,vanilla yogourt,and honey!
And here is the sandwich that started it all:
it involves, goldennut wheat bread, tofu fried in honey, dijon mustard, avacado, and alfalfa sprouts! As you can see I had to eat it before I could even take a picture of it, and my version was a paltry comparison to this sangweech’s grandure!
Here is Zena and Lisa Enjoying their Lisa-tacular sandwiches!
Thanks Lisa!
Yesterday I made this inflatable popcorn sculpture. Here is a video of me testing it out. It’s still a little saggy for my liking, but I’m working it out. This video quality is also sketchy.
Tonight David and I had a quick dinner before Double Dutch practice. I got some bread from Presti’s and was going to try out Lisa’s Avocado/Honey/Tofu idea. Unfortunately, I had no honey. Instead we made budget Tomato-Basil-Mozzarella Sandwiches. Instead of fresh mozzarella I used tofu and also added avocado, balsamic vinegar, and some garlic. Dave and I ate the sandwiches on my balcony and let our farts be carried down Murray Hill on the wind. (by our farts I mean Dave’s) This is a delicious sandwich.
It was accompanied by Taylor Dell’s homemade mac-n-cheese. Awesome.
I think I’ll use the rest of my avocado to make the best guacamole before they are no longer available. This guacamole is easy to make, has few ingredients and is generally loved by all who try it. Here’s how to make it:
Combine:
- Avocado,
- Minced Garlic
- Chopped Red Onion
- Chopped Tomatoes (I always use Romas because I hate seedy tomatoes)
- Sea Salt
- FRESH Cilantro
- A generous amount of Lime juice
Serve with chips or stuff inside of taco shells or omelettes. This shit will blow your mind.
Also, I will be in NYC this Thursday through Saturday. Let’s eat some snacks together, kittens.
Right now, I am in the middle of Nebraska. Yesterday was my first full day here and I was taken into town today to go grocery shopping for food. One of the things I bought was this jar of BARBECUE SAUCE CONCENTRATE:
The first thing I cooked for myself was this sandwich:
white bread
mayo
bbq concentrate sauce
fried egg
smoked turkey
I know, a little unadventurous, but delicious regardless. I have better food stories to tell, but I didn’t take photos so I will disclose them later. One of the stories involves CORN SYRUP. In the meantime, here are some photos I took:
Nebraska is big and open.
Here is what one of the plants here look like:
Here is a corn monster I sighted late at night:
This is what it looked like with the flash on my camera on:
To be continued….
My friend Andrew Strasser loves to drink Sparks. Here is a photo I found of him in my digital camera drinking Sparks out of an old pickle jar. Lord knows when this photo was taken, but he can probably be found doing something like this at any point in time. I love him!
People have been pickling food for thousands of years. Archaeologists and anthropologists note the Ancient Mesopotamians pickling food as early as 2400 B.C. and Aristotle praised the healing effects of cured cucumbers as early as 850 B.C. But as common as the cucumber pickle is, it is only one of the dozens of foods people continue to pickle today in countries all over the world.
People in Europe and Asia have been pickling vegetables, fruits, meat and fish for centuries because it provided a safe and easy way to preserve your food during the winter months, if the growing season was short, or if it was simply the culinary norm. The word pickle comes from the Dutch word “pekel” which referred to a solution of spiced brine used for preserving food. Brine is usually vinegar based with various herbs and spices, and can vary according to what and where someone is pickling.
THIS brings us to a visit I paid to the 7th annual Pickle Festival in the Lower East Side this last Sunday. The Lower East Side has a rich pickling history that dates to the impoverished immigrant cultures that lived in the area for centuries before gentrification. Push carts selling pickles and barrels at storefronts were a common site for people back then, and pickled foods were a cheap and easy way to eat.
Today the heritage of pickled foods is carried on in this festival, held in honor of everything from the ubiquitous cucumber pickle, to pickled green beans, fish or kimchee.
The last institution of pickle heritage that still thrives on the Lower East Side is Guss’s Pickles on Orchard Street. You can stop there on your way to the Lower East Side tenement museum, which is a six story tenement preserved by the National Park Service. The building housed some 7000 people between 1863 and 1935, and celebrates the area’s immigrant history and its cultural significance to the history of America. Anyhow, Guss’s remains and the pickles are quite good.
There were actually ALOT of people who came to try the various pickled foods, so we were careful to wait in line only for what seemed worth trying. This woman was so hungry from waiting in line, she decided to eat a large paper mache pickle:
The kimchee was delicious, and who doesn’t like pickled green beans, but there were sadly no pickled eggs in site. I have always wanted to try one, although I imagine they taste like an egg that has been sitting in cider vinegar or something for three years.
We were a little dissappointed in the decorations for the fair. They apparently had live music, and there were kids getting their faces painted green. But this inflatable pickle was literally the only decoration on the entire street:
We waited in line for about 15 minutes to get a pickle or two from a local New York pickle maker. They came in half sour, full sour and hot. The half sour retained much of its snap and cucumber green, but lacked in the flavor department. The full sour was more in line with what you would get at a lunch counter- only better.
We figured that there would have to be someone dressed as a pickle (right?) and were dismayed at having seen none. But then, right as we received our free pickles we spotted the idiot in the pickle costume, and our trip was deemed a success.
This past weekend I took a trip to Buffalo, New York in order to attend the bachelor party of one “Sean Shomes”, a friend of mine from college. And while I went mainly to celebrate the last week of Sean’s bachelorhood with my friends Tony, John, and Andy, I also went with the full intention of gorging myself on Buffalo’s noted cuisine, and while I came up a little short, I still left feeling pretty satisfied.
Buffalo is probably best known for what I consider one of the greatest achievements in gastronomy and general well being, the buffalo wing. A simple dish that I’m sure you’re fully aware of, I recently concluded that the buffalo wing (traditionally prepared) might be in a tie as my all time favorite food (with what I shall get to in a minute), yet somehow, someway, I went 3 days in the city of its namesake and origin without having one. In fact I didn’t even look at one until I was at the airport on my way out Sunday afternoon, and even then I was too full to even think about it.
“Full from what?” you may ask…
Friday my friends and I ordered late night drive through from Mighty Taco, a Buffalo fast food taco chain. The menu closely resembled Taco Bell’s or any other taco chain for that matter, but what makes Mighty Taco stand apart from the rest is the way they handle their cheese. Instead of the shredded cheddar cheese that most taco stands employ (though “authentic” taco stands on the west coast shun the use of cheese on their tacos interestingly enough), Mighty Taco uses slices of cheese as little barriers between the beef and the taco shell/tortilla, which in turn saves you from a lot of grease and honestly adds a whole lot of awesome flavor. I had two beef and cheese tacos on hard shells with hot sauce. I couldnt ask for much more.
Quick note, the wallpaper page on Mighty Taco’s website has what I’m assuming are hand drawn placemats that are pretty interesting, like this one called “It’s A Wonderful Lunch”:
Saturday we woke up around noon with about 4 hours to kill until the bachelor party, so we decided to head back to a spot we passed on our way to Mighty Taco the night before. A small, unassuming shop, built in that 70s rectangular style with the flat roof and short slanted roof that just about every donut place in the 70s and 80s employed, and just the word “TED’S” on the front, it caught our eye in its simplicity and our friend Andy had commented that he had eaten there before and that “it was good”. For some reason he didn’t elaborate on why and we didn’t ask him to, so 3 out of 4 of us showed up not really knowing what we were getting into, until we got out of the car and smelled the magnificent aroma of my other favorite food…
The hotdog.
It was a hot dog place and a pretty famous one at that. Open since 1927 and well known in Western New York, Ted’s menu was pretty simple, filled mostly with traditional fast American fare, but the focus was clearly on the hotdogs. Cooked over charcoal on a grill until black and blistered, they were made to order and you had your usual choice of toppings which curiously enough lacked sauerkraut, but instead offered their own house hot sauce. Very subtle heat, kind of sweet, it was a nice compliment for it wasn’t too overpowering. The first time around I ordered a foot long chili and cheese, a regular dog with hot sauce and mustard, and onion rings. All were stellar, with the onion rings resembling more a “bloomin onion” than the usual battered fare youd get from Burger King or Ore Ida. To top it off, each placemat on the trays contained an amusing story about Ted’s which I’m sure makes for good reading when you’re dining by yourself.
Super full, we went back to the hotel in hopes of digesting before the bachelor party, but I was still drowsy by the time we go to the bar. At about 6:30 I was still fairly full when they brought out the buffet. The buffet was pretty good, nothing too crazy (rigatoni, macaroni, mushroom chicken) but I did get a chance to enjoy a fine Buffalo staple, the “beef on weck”.
A pretty simple yet delicious sandwich, it’s roast beef on a weck roll, which according to wikipedia is “is a salty roll that is popular in Western New York. It is similar to a Kaiser roll, but topped with pretzel salt and caraway seeds.” I guess it’s also not uncommon to soak the top bun in a little gravy and top off the meat with some horseradish, both of which I happily did and thoroughly enjoyed.
I had 3.
A long drunken night then entailed, though I didn’t get too drunk because of all the food in me.
The next day was Sunday and my flight wasn’t until 3:15, which with getting up around noon left us a reasonable amount of time to get one of my favorite meals, “breakfast”, or better yet “brunch”. However when we all got into the car to go search for a place, one name rang through all our heads like a siren’s song heard from afar…
…TED’S.
So we went back for round two where I got the following:
The burger was really good as it was grilled on the same charcoal grill as the dogs, and the meat tasted like it was top notch quality. I didn’t mean to get it plain, but I’m not a big tomato or pickle fan, so I figured I’d just keep it simple and maybe throw some ketchup on there, and it came out pretty good, kind of reminiscent to when I was younger and got all my burgers “plain”. The hot dog was amazing as I expected, and the fries were also pretty good, coming in a bag and in a huge handfull portion like the onion rings. They kind of resembled McDonald’s fries but weren’t as salty or oily. I left full and happy once again.
I arrived back home at about 6:00pm and didn’t eat anything else but a small snack of salami slices at about 9:00pm, because I was still full from all that Ted’s I ate.
So in conclusion, if you or anybody you know is ever in Buffalo, tell them to go to Ted’s, because it was by far some of the best food I’ve had in a while, and then tell them to go eat some wings, for my sake. Though it seemed like a decent enough city, even if it was a complete dump I would go back to Buffalo just to eat.
Buffalo, New York: 12 thumbs up.
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