Orgy Of The Flesh

Churrascaria is a term referring to a Brazilian type of BBQ where the meats are grilled on long skewers, delivered to your table and portions are sliced directly onto your plate.

At Green Fields you get to partake of this tradition, enjoying a wide variety of freshly grilled meats along with a buffet table that alone is worth the price.

My favorites from the buffet were the oxtail stew and the fried bananas. It was all just awesome, and not at all like what you'd expect from a typical American buffet. There were no mashed potatoes, or similar type of filler food. It was all traditionally Brazilian: various concoctions of fresh produce, salads, seafood and soups.

Then there are the meats. This is what you come here for. Freshly grilled, carried to your table, still dripping with juices.
As the waiter approaches, he'll announce what he's got: rib eye, chicken legs, pork ribs... maybe some rabbit or quail... the offerings are near endless... and you'll just tell him 'Yes' or 'No'. If 'Yes', he'll slice directly from the skewer onto your plate.
A little green paddle at the end of your table signals the waiter to approach.
If your plate is full, flip it to yellow, and they'll leave you alone for a while til you flip to green again.

At green, the meatfest begins all over again. If you don't eat fast, you'll find yourself buried in BBQ before you can flip back to yellow.
It was all very good, and probably the best roasted chicken I'll ever have, but I'm still partial to the beef ribs and flank steak: tender, juicy... and ubiquitous.

If you ever get the chance, give the churrascaria experience a try. This was about my twelfth trip. It's a little pricey for casual family dining, about $30 per, plus drinks, but for a 'night out' you can't beat it.

They Can't Stay Cute Forever

I encountered Tully at some gay blog where he was making friends and discovering his true self expanding his intellectual horizons.

What it's been, like five plus years or something...?
Today, he's adding another wrinkle, and growing up way too fast for my preference.
He's too far away to buy him a drink, so I offer him this instead.
(Tully, I dont know if you've heard these guys yet, but you'll need to get yer hankie out for this one.)




Enjoy, my friend.

Happy Birthday!

*if you don't normally click on posted videos, I encourage you to make an exception for this one. It's the best version I've ever heard of one of western civilization's most classic folk songs.)

Missing The Obvious?

So, I'm not really following this oil leak story all that closely. I don't have to as its seems to follow everywhere I go to the saturation point.
Fine, whatever...

And lately I hear they are trying to plug the leak with mud.
Yeah, mud.

Aren't oceans water bodies held up with earth? So, we got a leak, under the water...
a leak surrounded by earth that is saturated with water. (What I've always called 'mud' since I was a kid).

Wasn't there mud there, where the hole is, before they drilled a hole in it?

Seems strange to me that it's taken 5 weeks for them to think of this mud filling idea?

A full tanker of juice tipped over and exploded on a major freeway just in time for Memorial Day weekend traffic.

My 45 minute commute took over three hours.

I am happy to be home.

The death of a loved one seems to bring out the bitter spitefulness in those same people who, if anything, should be drawn closer in their grief.

But no.
Instead, opportunities to settle old scores rear their ugly heads.

I'm gonna spend my last damned penny, burn all my shit, and wander off to die telling no one.

My last will and testament will be a screaming big "Fuck all of you, bitches!!!!"

No FAIL Here

It looks like I'm going to get at least a little part of my way.

What I previously requested.

This could be fun.

Flying Still Sucks

I am forever amazed at the lack of service and all around 'Happy to serve you!' vibe that infests the airlines today.

I decided to ditch the usual Delta, and try with American and Continental this time. American Airlines took me to Raleigh, North Carolina via Chicago. The seating was still as cramped as Delta, but at least the seats themselves were made of cloth.

Delta not only shoehorns your ass into a teeny,tiny seat. The also make sure that seat is covered with plastic upholstery. Treating you like shit isn't good enough for them, so they add a puddle of butt sweat to your indignity. Can you say "Uncomfortable"?

The return trip was provided by Continental Airlines, via Houston. Full disclosure: my family has an ugly history with Continental, going back to the strikes of 1983-84 when my dad lost his job when a 35% pay cut was being forced on him. Basically, it was union busting move of making them an offer they had to refuse.

Not only were the seats just as tiny (but cloth), the service staff was the rudest I've have ever come across... anywhere.
It was clear from the moment you arrived at the ticket counter that you were not welcome there. But at least they dropped all pretense that a passenger had any dignity to begin with.
Knowing where you stand from the get-go makes the assault easier to accept.

I was wishing Northwest flew to North Carolina. I took Northwest last year to Minneapolis. It was quite nice by comparison. The seats were roomier. Big plus there. And for me, that's about 90% of the whole experience.

Whatever happened to "Fly The Friendly Skies", "The Proud Bird" or "The Only Way To Fly"... company mottos/ad slogans from the good old days when the airlines used to compete for your business?
(Need blanket,sir? How bout a pillow?)

Now it's just "Get in, sit down, and shut the fuck up".

I hate flying.