Sunday, August 30, 2009

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Get Money.


Pretty good, but he's got nothing on my boys from Jerz.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Blue Chips or Munchie Mix?

None. Thanks. I'm straight.

Incarcerated Scarfaces.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Let the Horns Blow.



Blank

Kill for the Thrill.


Pissed I missed the recent tour stop in MA. At least I will always have YouTube. Best DJs ever.

So Coorl.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Saturday, August 22, 2009

My First TK Special.

Pretty damn good, but it's no Double Double.

Funky Fridays #51.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Happy Birthday Dad!


Yum. Def gonna throw some Flip craze today.

Congrats Norm.


Congrats on the new ride, Norm. Pretty f'n sweet Bills tailgating vehicle. Let's hope TO can bring Buffalo to the Playoffs this year.

Friday, August 14, 2009

The Perfect Slice.


After the sad news of the passing of Sal of Sal and Camine's fame, I thought I would pay homage and visit the infamous Upper West Side pizzeria. As of late, I have been disenchanted with the current NY pizza industry with restauranteurs cashing on the recent Neapolitan craze, building restaurant after restaurant and charging $25 for a fucking personal pizza. Not that I hate Neapolitan pizza, but I have my favorites, and I'm not chasing down every new overpriced overhyped joint.


With the new Neopolitan craze, always increasing rents, and dwindling disposable incomes of the average New Yorker, the classic neighborhood pizzerias are slowly closing. I do my part to support my local joints once slice at a time, but I myself don't have the cash to travel and sample every spot. But boy was I happy to scrap together some change to sample Sal and Carmine's. The place is made by one guy, Luciano, grandson of Sal. They don't deliver and pizza is made on the spot not yesterday like the fake Rays' you see everywhere.


The end crust is like nothing you've seen before, not completely round, totally mis-shapen, but completely delicious with the perfect thickness and texture. I wish I could have taken a pic of the whole pie when he pulled out it out of the oven, but I didn't want to look like one of those internet assholes. Each slice has the perfect combo of aged mozz, slightly seasoned sauce, with the perfect touch of salt. Some reviewers complain that there's a drop too much salt, but for me, it's the one slice I can eat without having to dress it up.


Check out the very elusive crust knuckle. Next to the bubble crater, getting that rare buckled crust made by true pizziolos is a treat. It's as close to the first slice I ever had when my Dad took me too the depths of the Bronx as a youngin' while he visited one of his Military buddies. They shot the shit, while I marveled at the idea of what I was actually eating. I fell in love with the simplicity of bread, cheese, & sauce and realized that not every meal required a side of rice.


So head up to Sal and Carmine's and say thanks for grinding out the perfect slice day after day and not charging $5.00 for it. Thanks Luciano. See you soon. I promise to bring an extra dollar to afford the sausage slice next time.


Funky Fridays #50.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Monday, August 10, 2009

Friday, August 07, 2009

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Monday, August 03, 2009

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Let loose the Juice.



While in Portland a couple of weeks back, we found a damn good antique store find. I did'nt buy it, that basically would be like using a ouija board for a baby changing table..something just is'nt right about it, you know, with the whole cutting off heads thing.