Since I was in Boston and environs this last weekend, my next few posts will involve the wonders of Massachusetts dining. Unfortunately, while walking down Newbury Street (a major Boston shopping corridor), we came across this place:
Excitement at the fat kid in the Celtics Jersey enjoying delicious cupcakes was quickly met with immediate horror and tourist shame as I was quickly informed by a local friend that this place only sells T-shirts.
In my book, you don’t joke around about cupcakes like that. It’s just not right. I mean, it even talks about fat and carbs and everything. I’m officially boycotting this place. Forever. To regain my tourist mojo, I immediately went to Boston Common and made a proper ass out of myself:
Like most Americans, I’m fascinated with the drinking culture of Great Britain. Not only do the British drink a whole lot, but more importantly, our friends in the UK seem to really enjoy drinking as much as anybody possibly can. In fact, the British Home Office paid for research into a safer pint glass that will make drinking even more enjoyable.
Imagine this, you are someplace in London drinking one of the 126 Million pints of beer severed in throughout the UK every week. Somehow you break your glass. This could have led to tragedy as official figures record 5,500 attacks a year with beer pint glasses (Nerdy Statistical note: this leads to a 0.00008394% chance that the guy next to you is going to attack you with his pint of Boddingtons). Does that seem like a lot to you? Now, however, the governments new hybrid safety glass (coming to a pub near you) can be broken, but held together like a car windscreen with a layer of plastic. That’s right – safety glass for beer pints.
Cheers to the Brits! Bottoms Up!
Having recently posted a few times about sandwiches, I’ve been feeling a bit reflective. What makes a good sandwich? Or rather, what makes the BEST sandwich?
The greatest sandwich that has ever crossed my lips is undoubtedly the roast beef sandwich from Quartermaster’s Deli in New Orleans, LA. Hands down. No questions. Why no good photos? Blame it on a broken camera. Or…blame it on greater forces. Forces in the universe that would prevent the revelation of such beauty to internet masses that cannot savor or smell it. Or maybe Todd just dropped his camera the night before….
Seems fitting, though. This sandwich (and the deli that makes it) is purely amazing. Great people and customer service. Wonderful bread, fantastic quality meat and side dishes – the mac and cheese is outstanding, and something else. But mainly…it is just something I can’t quite figure out. After three trips to this place…I may never fully understand the magic. Maybe that’s what makes a good sandwich a good sandwich. The mystery of it…
Seriously…best sandwich ever. Like eating a pile of love. Roasted love. With beef on it.
Quartermaster Deli
1100 Bourbon Street [several blocks from most of Bourbon Street's debaucherous melee]
New Orleans, LA 70116
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