I consider myself to be a super chill restaurant customer. I understand that more often than not, the slow service has nothing to do with the competence of the waitstaff serving me. I also understand that everyone has an off day, so if my order is screwed up, or a drink gets spilled, I don’t
I was out for dinner with my brother and some friends this past Sunday night, and we were talking about a bar whose wings we loved, that my friend Laura hadn’t been to in forever. The conversation quickly shifted to what other pubs in that area had great wings. We said we should make some
Does anyone else look up menus online before they go to eat? I do it chronically, and I’ve gotten some shit for it over the years. I guess it takes away the spontaneity? I think if a restaurant didn’t want me to know their menu beforehand, then they wouldn’t publish it on the internet. And
I haven’t written about last summer’s trip to Ireland yet. I’m not sure if I’m going to either, mostly because I have been making a more concerted effort to focus on the whole “PA” part of “PAWeekendFun,” and partly because I’m lazy. Maybe I’ll just do some photo-based posts. We’ll see. Anyhow, I mention this
I’ve noted a few times this year how my travel style/weekend activities has changed a bit as I get older. I used to not care about where I stayed, and while I still very often just use a room as a place to crash, I do enjoy more and more finding interesting places to stay.
I never realized how many foods I loved were deeply despised. Some, I should have seen coming, like my habit of eating grape jelly atop of scrambled eggs, which rightfully horrified my college friends when I pulled that stunt in the cafeteria at breakfast. I meanwhile, was ready to recoil in horror when they put
Whenever the topic of “Pennsylvania food” comes up you hear about cheesesteaks, Philly “wudder” ice, soft pretzels, Pennsylvania Dutch scrapple and whoopie pies, Lebanon bologna, and Pittsburgh’s Primanti Brothers French fry topped sandwiches (although as an aside: my brother who lives in Pittsburgh, speaks very low of this establishment). That’s all well and good and I’m not going
I’m going for a three day kayaking trip starting Thursday. Real kayaking. We’ll actually be paddling, and camping for three nights. I’m used to camping. I go camping several times a year and just went this past weekend. The difference is that everytime I go camping, I’m able to pack my entire car. For this weekend everything