Diner Dining

Last Sunday S. R. Wild and I went to the Arcadia diner for lunch. I'd passed it many times and would think, "Oh, I should check that out some time..." but never seemed to get around to it. It used to be the Parkway Diner. It's on Williston Road across from Hooters.


I really like diners... they're so comfortable. I also like fancy restaurants where you have to have been a life-long Gourmet subscriber just to decipher the menu, but they satisfy an entirely different drive than diners, don't they? You don't go to the former because you're hungry any more than you'd go to the latter because you want to experience culinary innovation.

Isn't it sweet? It quite small inside, but didn't feel crowded. It's all lovely perfect diner decor - stainless steel and Naugahyde and ceramic tiles.


The booths are the perfect size for two - I'd think four would be a bit tight.


The view is...


... but who goes to a diner for the view? The menu is good - all the basics plus a number of Greek dishes thrown in - and cheap. I had the chicken gyro and it was great! The chicken was tender and flavorful, the pita was fresh and chewy and toasted like naan. Scott had the mushroom Swiss burger and reported it was good - juicy, not greasy. The fries were hot and crisp. Not a lot of vegetarian options, but there was a veggie burger and lots of salads and sides you could mix and match. Overall I'd highly recommend the Arcadia for a casual meal. They're open every day from 6am to 4pm.

Dessert?

Jell-O du Jour. That cracks me up.

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Sloppy Joenuts

The Big Idea: Vegetarian sloppy joes.

The Twist: Thinking it would be funny to fill the buns like jelly donuts and coming up with the name Sloppy Joenuts.

The supplies:

Buns
Sloppy Joe sauce
Veggie sausage
2 ounce syringe

Where are you supposed to get a giant syringe? Here.
Why did I have one on hand? Hahahahahaaa none of your business.

........

Step 1: Brown the veggie sausage.


Step 2: Add the joe juice.


Step 3: Take the syringe away from S. R. Wild who is using it as a slide whistle.


Step 4: Fill your slop deployment device.


Step 5: PRACTICE SQUIRTING!




Step 6: Use a knife to gently make a bun opening and create a slit inside the bun without cutting it open.

Step 7: Fill and enjoy!

Step 8: Try to work the phrase "sloppy joenuts" into every conversation you have for the next few days.

Things I want for my birthday

Pink mace

Pink taser

Pink glock

Other pink pistols/handguns
Pink rimfire


Pink shotgun

Pink AR-15



Pink AK -47
Pink tank

Vermont Personals Critic

I spend a lot more time looking at Craigslist than I should. I mostly browse the free, collectibles, garage sales, and general sale categories, but when I'm seriously procrastinating I'll go through numerous other listings including the personals. I find them equal parts terrifying and hilarious, especially the 'casual encounters' folks. I've wondered if anyone else out there appreciated our deranged local lonely hearts in same way I do, and today I found out that the answer to that question is 'yes' (I should be cleaning the apartment but am exploring numerous paths of distraction instead of doing it).

If you go to Vermont CL's men-seeking-women category and search for the word "critic" you'll find episodes 1-6 of some clever single fellow snarking on the best lines from the local (VT and NH) women-seeking-men ads. Here's a selection of his work:

“GOOD EVENING GENTLEMEN!!! I AM A SEXY!! BRUNETTE.!!!! I CAN HOST, OR DO A CAR DATE. I AM A CLEAN, SAFE, DRUG FREE PERSON. FOR DONATION AND CONTACT NUMBER, PLEASE E-MAIL ME.”
Donation? Car date? Something tells me if you ask this chick if she’s free for the evening, the answer would be “yes and no.”

“The personality that makes me unique is my wacky personality.”
And I have multiple personalities, so it’s a roll of the dice whether it’s the wacky one that comes out or the one that tells me to snap your head off like a dandelion and drink your spinal fluid.

“Im not quite not too sure on where to start…”
Not quite not too sure? Start by attempting to diagram that sentence.. You’ll need a protractor and a crowbar.

“I am looking for a real man key word there”
I wonder how many different ways that sentence could be interpreted if it had just a little bit of punctuation. “I am looking for a real man key. Word. There.” No, that can’t be it. “I am looking for a real man. Key word: ‘there’.” Nope, that doesn’t work either.

“No vegans please.” Okay, this just fascinates me. No vegans? I’m a die hard carnivore, and always will be, but why would anyone give a shit whether or not someone else eats meat, cheese and eggs? “You will eat this omelette, and by God, you will enjoy it!” My next personal ad will say “Carbon footprint must meet or exceed my own.”

"Iam looking for a n email male single frined.to get to know each other over the internet first and then hopefuly more after that ,iam a bbw,i smoke cigarttes .well if interesed email me ,have a wonderful day to to you ".
I’m writing this ad in my word processor, and my spell check just exploded. Anybody who responded to this ad, give me your address, and I’ll personally go to your house and shoot out your porch light.

"I am italian and french, please don't respond if you are just looking for sex "
Do these two facts have something to do with each other? “We franco-italianos, we don’t a-go for the one night a-stands. Merde.”

I know that a number of attractive, intelligent, single females in the area read my blog. I sincerely think you guys should consider emailing him! And then email me and tell me everything.

P.S. Unrelated:

Spielpalast 2009!

This is the Fenway Park equivalent to the seats we had.

I have to admit, my review after the first half of the show was going to read like this:

The show may have been good, or it may have totally sucked. I really have no way of knowing because we were stuck in the shittiest seats in the house and couldn't see what the fuck was going on. I have never payed $45 to stare at the backs of strangers in the dark for two hours, and I'll be damned if I ever do it again. Why did we end up in the worst possible usher seats? Because when the Standing Room Only people were admitted, they were told to sit in the aisles, but very few of them did. They filled up the seats and nobody was monitoring this. So suckers like us who went to the trouble of buying tickets in advance got fucked.

So, um, anyway... yeah. I don't actually get angry very often. Anyone who knows me knows that while I spout off histrionically at times, I'm really a very even tempered person who is rarely genuinely pissed. But when I do become irate, I'm like the living embodiment of rancor. No obstacle of time, distance, or hardship will stop me from extracting a satisfying conclusion from the object of my wrath. Why was I so mad over a stupid show? Because for one thing, it's not just a stupid show. We look forward to Spielpalast ALL YEAR LONG. We get all dressed up - it's a real annual event for us. Also, I did spend $45 on the tickets. That is a lot of money for me... that's like three days worth of food.

Anyhoo, the very beautiful hostess Margueritte noted my radiating virulence. I guess it was hard to miss as I was one seat over from her trying to sit up on the back of my hard plastic chair and then stand by the exit in order to see the show. She offered to switch places with me, but that would have been little improvement and would have left my date, S.R. Wild, still in the dark.

Margeuritte is the delectible confection on the right. As lovely as she looks here, this photo does not do her justice. (P.S. I did not take any of the photos in the post. Cameras were not allowed)


At intermission we went outside to enjoy the evening air. I wanted to leave but my more acquiecent companion wanted to stay so I agreed. Suddenly Margueritte burst from the building, "There you are darlings!" She informed us breathlessly that she had found us new seats that someone had reserved by accident. We should be sure to come and find her when intermission was over and she would escort us to out new digs.


Wow. What a fucking profesional. My wrath dissipated immediately and floated benignly off into the sunset.


Do you know where we ended up?
Front
row
center.


The show was awesome. This is the third time I've seen Spielpalast and I swear this is the best performance I've seen. The choreography was anbitious and tight, the girls were gorgeous and engaging (as always), the content was funny and beautiful, the staging was dynamic and clear. Everything was just purrrrfect. I liked their old venue better, but the Black Box Theater was not too shabby except for the seating irritation. One thing I really enjoyed was the increased participation on the band. They were not only great on the musical side of things, they were hilarious contributors to the action on stage.


Thank you Spielpalast! Thank you Maxi! Thank you Margueritte!


If you haven't gone yet, you have two more chances: May 29th and 30th. Check out FlynnTix.org to buy your tickets now, because the shows have been selling out and fast.