from Serious Eats
…except Claudia Bassols, who I’m clueless about, but who was probably also a pleasant woman before she joined the League of Snobby Batshits. Watch this if you have no idea what I’m talking about. Then read this, from the Spain… A Culinary Roadtrip newsletter (via AP Keats). Me in red:
Categories: rage · television
Photographic evidence of the PB&J courtesy (I didn't ask) of Simon
I’m cooking in the Mission Street Food truck tonight at 21st and Mission from 8pm until we run out of food (midnight-ish?). We want to have an Obama sign on display, but don’t have one. If you are the one person who reads this blog that doesn’t live on the other side of the country and you have a spare Obama poster, I would hope that you’d rise to the occasion and bring it for us.
Who knows what culinary ridiculousness Anthony has in store for the truck tonight, but there’s only one way to find out.
Oh, and in honor of Swedish hockey team AIK spokesman Mats Hedenström, I want to add (last usage of the strikethrough joke for at least a week, I swear):
We’d also heard mention of it people brown-bagging beers in line, but we decided that it would only be worse if we went out and told the fans they were absolutely not allowed to throw dildos on the ice brown-bag beers in line.
See you at the truck!
Chris
UPDATE: I’m not discouraging beers in line, Heidi. It’s a joke. Loosen up.
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