Raw Power Roadtrip...

This weekend a couple of gals and myself went to Chicago for a punk rock show. We came back with slightly fatter heinies and some major hearing loss.

If you want to know to how survive on the open road just look at this spread we devoured at the Cowboy's Food Stores gas station in Frankfort, Kentucky.

At least one member of our trio was quite impressive in her ability to plan ahead. She brought an amazing taco salad -- and as a side note, should you ever find yourself stuck in middle of Kentucky sans hot sauce, look no further than El Sabroso's Pork Rinds that come with a delicious pack of hot sauce.

If you eat on the picnic bench in front of Cowboy's on a Friday night, you'll be able to indulge in a lil' live music entertainment emanating from Miquel's next door. Enjoy your time in lovely Frankfort.

Once arriving in Chicago, we ate our weight-in burritos and bodega food, as well as some sort of over priced tapas style scallops from a place that serves hipsters head cheese and pork belly. I could show you photos, but just look at some gruppie blog for that...

On a side note - we heard someone get shot while sitting out in the cool night air enjoying said scallops, just a few doors down, ahhh, big city living...terrifying.

Also, if you're in search for weight loss schemes and ran across this blog, I introduce thee to Iggy Pop's methodology for staying trim at 62 -- constant swivel hip skipping on stage, hollaring, crowd surfing, a daily regiment of tanning mixed with semi-synthetic opiates and crystalline tropane alkaloids -- get your shake appeal on friends and you too can still indulge in all the chocolate shakes you can handle from K'town to Chi'town.
 

Cucumbers for Pakistan

I don't know.

Pigburger! Pigburger! Pigburger! Pigburger!

Dixson's BBQ off Magnolia Avenue is quite possibly the best place to eat in the whole wide world and specializes in at least four of Eat Me's favorite food groups: barbecue, cake, potato things, and the food group known as Baked Beans. They're only open at the times when you forget they exist, so if you get a craving for a Pigburger Sunday through Wednesday or on Thursday before 4 p.m., you're totally screwed. But if you happen to remember that you want a Pigburger during the twelve hours they're open in any given week, get your ass over there and eat the best potato salad ever, the best baked beans ever and the best cake ever with your pork patty on white bread that oozes the best barbecue sauce ever and requires a fork and knife to properly ingest. OMG.






This is what you'll feel like after eating all this

Sandwich of the Week: The Fatty Bloater

I swear I'm going grocery shopping today and only buying fruits and vegetables because my bare cabinets created a monster this week. Well, actually, Josh created a monster when the only things we had to eat in the house were Stove Top, eggs, bacon and white bread. And Duke's mayonnaise, which as any self-respecting Southerner will tell you is pretty much the gold standard of condiments. Sooooo, we..... made Stove Top and added bacon bits to it? Then turned the Stove Top/bacon mix into patties? And...... (fried them). Then we fried eggs and put the whole ungodly trio on white bread with mayonnaise. And it was DELICIOUS.

We Must Put an End to this Madness!

I think this blog is becoming a bad influence. Jen Rock made a cheeseburger with grilled cheese buns this week. I can only assume it looked something like this

Nevermind, I'm back

Eat Me should really just hang up our Handi-Wipes now because we can never beat the unholy terror that is THE WORLD'S STRONGEST BEER SERVED IN A DEAD SQUIRREL. I am not even shitting. See?

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Number One Fan and Eat Me muse Jen Rock would like you to know about
THIS PEA PLANT THAT GREW IN A MAN'S LUNG and Tiny Dancer Morgan Fleming is totally on my wavelength as we wilt and die in this stupid August heat with this link for... beer popsicles!
Regarding Mr. Pea Breath, the article enlighteningly (I guess that's not a word, since it is highlighted with a red squiggle underline, but I think it makes perfect sense and will therefore adamantly use it) states:
"It's not the first story about a seed sprouting in a lung, though experts declared that report implausible.
In 2009, a Russian surgeon said he found a tiny fir tree in someone's lung and suggested the patient could have inhaled a seed. Experts said at the time that a fir seed could not germinate in the lung because it needs sunlight.
The pea that Spillane removed from Sveden's lungs had apparently germinated. An expert conceded it was not out of the question for growth to continue inside his chest – but only if the pea wasn't pasteurized."
Okay, then! Keep 'em coming, ya'll. I've been eating only bacon sandwiches for three straight days and that's kind of boring. Liz, tag, you're it.