With help from Chester. And none from Diane.
Really, it’s under there somewhere.
We used to get ’em at Maxwell Street Polish after drinkin’ all night. The place that claims to be the original Maxwell Street Polish, now called Jim’s, apparently put the bone-in chop on a bun with sport peppers. That just sounds to me like somebody trying to look like an authentic Chicago joint. I don’t […]
Considering I’m apart from the love of my life, I coulda done a lot worse celebrating tonight. Not pictured: Home made Cherry Bukowski ice cream (see yesterday’s post) and a viewing of Cave of Forgotten Dreams. If the paintings of Chauvet, the music of the Duke, and a fat plate of scampi doesn’t represent the […]
I surprised Diane with a visit a couple weeks ago. She had no clue so it was like a Christmas miracle, totally awesome. She happened to have my gift at the house, an ice cream maker attachment for my Kitchenaid. A week with my wife after not seeing her for four months AND the godlike […]