Lawdawg

On my burger, Mayo. No not the real stuff, we're talking Miracle Whip here. Lettuce pickles thinly sliced onion (preferably red) Pickled Jalapenos Plain old American cheese MMM. MMM. good.

Sorry, trying to be discrete. The problem is after ingesting significant amounts of garlic (e.g. a meal at the stinking rose) I have terrible gas and the resultant problems. We've euphemistically started calling it cropdusting.

vegetarian-chorizo-migas???? peppers = vegetables onions = vegetables tortilla strips = vegetables eggs = not vegetables chorizo = not vegetables. That makes absolutely no sense to me, is it honestly just a plate of peppers and onions?

mmm. Joe's bakery. [insert "Homer Simpson" slobering face-o-appreciation]. The other places pale in comparison. M.

Not to hijack this thread, but I could benefit from the aparent garlic knowledge. Is there any way for an avid garlic lover to avoid the "cropdusting" after effects? M.

Not so much a cocktail but I once had the brilliant idea to try diet Dr. Pepper and Captain Morgan's spiced rum. I like both seperately, but together they taste exactly. EXACTLY. like cough syrup. bad cough syrup.

In a museum "snack shop" in Washington D.C... Teenage girl with the starbucks machine makes me a vanilla latte. Mind you, this is not an expresso machine, it is a press-one-button-and-the-machine-does-everything-because-you-are-too-stupid-to-operate-a-real-machine-without-third-degree-burns-you-moron type machine. Now, I got a vanilla latte because I was buying two and the girl I was with liked them and I was...you get the idea. Anyway, this coffee counter girl apparently had an obnoxious sweet tooth and squirted at least three or four shots of vanilla into the tepid, tasteless brew that emerged from the machine. One of the few times in my life I have thrown cofffee away after one or two sips.

Okay, I'll admit it, I have been the anoying dining companion. I had some good friends in Alaska who are vegetarians (of the non-militant variety) and we were at a food establishment with "communal tables". They had invited some of their vegetarian friends to join us. Now, my friends are not militant and do not care if I eat meat while out with them, so I did. I ordered a steak. on the rare side of medium rare. I'm sure the other vegetarians thought I was the most annoying table companion ever. I didn't think about it till later, but they were probably not thrilled to see me carving up a hunk of meat that was still mooing. Oh, and double dipping is wrong. wrong. wrong. If I want your saliva in my mouth, I'll let you know ahead of time. Maybe just the way I was raised, but I wouldn't even think of double dipping (unless I'm home alone, in which case all bets are off).