I realized there was no top to our big pot after I started making soup, so I got creative.
This is why I shouldn’t be cooking.
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My first story for Smile Politely:
Posted to Culture by Carlye Wisel
Monday, April 7, 2008 10:30 AM
When Drew’s Pizza, the take-out restaurant on Green Street between Sixth and Wright streets known for their $5 pies that tasted like cardboard closed, their darkened storefront became the third on the block, until now. Offering bagels, sandwiches, spreads, and treats, Howbowda Bagel will open in summer 2008, and if they serve matzo ball soup, I will have no reason to travel back to the Chicago suburbs ever again.
Seriously though, building a bagel restaurant across the street from Green Street Towers? Someone’s got their shit together and knows the demographics of my apartment building.
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Did You Know That In There, It’s Always Friday? It’s A Time Warp Or Something, I Think.
posted by Carlye at 7:50 pm.
I went to TGI Friday’s for the first time ever last night, and was completely shocked at how hotel-like the bathrooms were. I thought they were going to be really tacky and cheap-looking (like the obnoxious pop culture-entertainment decor around the restaurant), so I was completely surprised when I saw this.
About TGI Fridays, though — my boyfriend bought a chocolate/angel food cake combination for about $4.50, and it was less than a half-inch thick, had a sad drizzle of what must have been plain Hershey’s chocolate syrup and was as big as the circle made from connecting your two pointer fingers together and your thumbs together. $4.50 for three bites of cake? Stop watching Top Chef, TGI CEOs — you don’t run a gourmet restaurant, and that’s not a real amount of food.
SIX FEET OF BUBBLEGUM! That’s almost a Donald’s worth!
If the convenience store next to Canopy is starting to serve its $1 fro-yo cups, Spring must be around the corner.
Hello, summer in New York.
After a really shitty day, one thing can make it a tiny bit better — Irish Nachos from Murphy’s.
Not a fry was spared.
I went to The Bread Company for dinner last night, and after sitting down, getting water and finishing the bread basket, I ordered a sandwich, only to be told that sandwiches were “closed” for the evening.
Closed? It was 6:30.
They serve cold sandwiches at lunch and hot sandwiches at dinner (usually), but last night they didn’t let me order either. The latter is displayed prominently on their evening menu — which is only used on evenings since you order off the chalkboard during the day — and regardless that they take up about 1/4 of the entree space on it, they’re now unavailable for ordering at dinnertime. The waitress also didn’t tell us until we ordered that there was a sandwich embargo occurring, as though it would be blasphemous to order something other than the Lamb Filet or a blob of Fettuccine Alfredo.
So, riddle me this: If you only have hot sandwiches on your dinner menu, and your dinner menu is only used at dinner time, then why can’t I order a hot sandwich off of the dinner menu at dinner time? And don’t make me look like an idiot for ordering one too, Bread Co. — your only other options are a slab of meat, a tiny salad, pasta or pizza. You know who will feed me a nice big sammy for dinner? Seven Saints, my new replacement for your anti-food-between-bread establishment.
Zmick is playing on the first floor of the Illini Media Company building (where the Apple store is located) until 6pm. There’s free t-shirts and other goodies that are also worth checking out, but don’t count on the “free food” from Blue’s to fill you up.
This is how much pasta they gave me. They also had what looked like 1/8 of a barbecue sandwich, and even though both were tasty, I ate more off of my boyfriend’s plate at lunch when he wasn’t looking than I did just now.
