Estoy crudo

Oy, so hungover. Dinner and drinks with friends, DJed and got into a fight, went to a lucha libre party, and ended up dragging my record box on wheels through some sketchy neighborhoods at god knows what hour.

And I owe my roommates a bag of chips.

-Jason

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Love that tie!

Thursday 3/19 at Saint Ex...

By the way...

Has it occurred to anyone that one bad apple doesn't spoil the whole bunch?

DJ D-Mac's new pad

Scrapple

I am slow today because I just loaded up on scrapple and eggs an my favorite DC diner, the Florida Ave Grill.



To the uninitiated, scrapple is a breakfast meat that is crispy on the outside, and has the consistency of hot, wet construction paper on the inside. It is salty as all get out to mask whatever horrific animal parts it is made of. If you should encounter it in the grocery store, after noticing the it is dark grey BEFORE it's cooked, just walk away. Leave the cooking of scrapple to the professionals so you never have to read the ingredients.



That said, the stuff is so good.



I was first introduced to scrapple in Jacksonville, Florida. I was there with my girlfriend at the time, visiting her grandfather who is the guy who introduced her to the stuff.



"So is this a Jersey thing?" I asked, as that was his home before he retired to the sunshine state.



"I grew up with it, but I think it's a southern thing."



In all my encounters with southern food, I'd never come across scrapple. I asked my Kentuckian mother, and she'd never heard of it. In fact, in the years that followed, the only people I met who knew of it were East coasters who tried to blame scrapple on the south!



Turns out it is yet another great thing that came out of Pennsylvania!



Man, I miss that girl.



-Jason



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If you can't take the heat...

JTS Brown

Years ago we were obsessed with The Hustler. In high school we hung out in pool halls because they were among the few places teenagers could actually congrgate. I remember that Don Shrader and I shared an affinity for quoting Eddie Felson. Our favorite line:

"I don't rattle, kid. Just for that I'll beat you straight."

But the thing that really struck us was all the talk of this "JTS Brown."

"JTS Brown, no ice, no glass."

What was this mysterious liquor? When we turned 21, we tried ordering it at every bar we went to and people looked at us like we were crazy.
We concluded that it was made up for the film.

Flash forward to 2006 when I started working at a fine establishment in Washington, DC called Bourbon. My first day there I'm examining the 100+ bourbons available, and what do I see?

Too bad it tastes like shit.

-Jason

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"didn't leave much..."

Starting fresh

So I've decided to start a new blog. Not that I ever really had an old blog. I mean, I did blog for Chicago/DC/Tokyo Metroblogging for a while there, and I did maintain (eep!) a Livejournal for a bit. But you see, I just got a Blackberry Pearl, and it has changed my life. When I heard you could blog with just one thumb, I got all inspired to try it out.

Stay tuned for nonsensical, typo-laden ramblings as I stand in line for coffee or try to make it through work shifts....

Orange line, Chicago

Aveda institute DC