Restaurant Week can be a nice economic boost for local businesses in an otherwise slow month. It also brings out the worst behavior in the worst people who have the convenient cover of “charity”. Let’s look in on two of these idiots…….Oh, also, buy my book. There isn’t anything else in print that attempts to […]
As I write this, the seal has already been broken. It broke as a drunken Kansas City took the first pee of the night… a harbinger of a multitude of pees, fierce escalation until the unpredictable end. That is the image that comes to mind when I think of a town that loses its mind […]
Finally, some big progress to report… When I started this blog I had no intention of making it a more profanity-laden version of other KC food blogs that rush to tell the exact same stories. I also didn’t intend to have a year where I only posted two new items. I don’t claim […]
What follows is the introduction to the thing I’ve been working on for a while in between life stuff and cigar writing. It’s the primary reason I haven’t been, and won’t be, publishing blog posts until the whole thing is complete. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it when it’s done, but it will […]
First of all, I know I’m one of those gung-ho out of the chute foodie bloggers who falls off the radar for an extended period of time. But as it clearly states in my About page, I do this when inspiration hits me, and lately I’ve been working on a way longer, more involved […]
A PERSONAL HISTORY My love for cigars predates my KC restaurant insanity by a few years…in the mid to late 90’s my dining rotation was Metropolis for date nights and Garrozzo’s for everything else…my cigar rotation was much more developed. It took me a couple of years of experimentation and getting to know people in […]
Howard- So what all are we doing? Jerry- Just reading the menus, no real plan. And you know I know what’s on and off the record. H- Awesome! Jerry- The point is kind of I did no prep and came up with some basic shit like questions or themes to mix it up. Not going […]
There are a million reasons why the best songs are always about fucking. Each reason has its own parallel monologue that explains how the most pleasurable things can bring with them the most ruin. If you can’t apply that dichotomy to food in your own life, you are an alien to me and I’m probably […]
Hunter S. Fatback 