It’s guess it’s time to start again…
Apr02

It’s guess it’s time to start again…

I guess I’m back.  Maybe a year since the last entry.  I got to thinking this morning that maybe it’s time to get back on the horse, hair of the dog and all that.  Speaking of hair of the dog, mixed the little lady some ginger ale and ice.  Settle the stomach.  As far as my stomach, no need to waste the remainder, mix with a little bourbon and hit the day running. Reflecting on why we started this thing.  Healing for the...

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Fried Pickles and a Duck in a Sweater
Jul01

Fried Pickles and a Duck in a Sweater

I think my first taste of a fried pickle was over ten years ago standing at the end of the bar in a downtown Louisville, Kentucky bar called The Pub. It was early afternoon, and stumbling on a new appetizer was exactly the door we wanted to open as we began the last day of our weekend Bourbon Excursion. These particular pickles were spears, which differ from my now more preferred chip variety and I believe that day the fried pickle...

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“Look everyone, it’s a beer crawl!”
May03

“Look everyone, it’s a beer crawl!”

What life could bring on day drinking wrapped around a semi organized craft beer tour of South End Charlotte NC.  Is it the calm that permeates during a sunny afternoon booze versus the electric desperation of hazy midnight vodka? The thing is, people have discovered these craft breweries.  The secret’s out.  Two deep at the bar with the sun shining holds more promise than two deep in shadows tightly packed between well dressed...

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Oh My, Southern Fried
Apr13

Oh My, Southern Fried

Since moving to Charlotte, NC last year I have had a love affair with the way Southerners embrace their Southern Fried ways. Now I am no stranger to good fried food; I am from Barberton, Ohio after all, the Fried Chicken Capital of the World. But, let me tell you, chefs in this town take fried to a new level.   I am not talking about the State Fair, throw anything into a fryer variety, I am talking seriously delish goods. Probably my...

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Drunken Travel Chronicles: Flight to Phoenix
Dec03

Drunken Travel Chronicles: Flight to Phoenix

So, I attempted to document my recent trip to Phoenix using the Notes App of my iPhone. I had been having a pretty shitty day up to this point, and needless to say drowned my sorrows a bit before ever stepping out the door. What follows is a mostly unedited version of my notes (I had to clean up some of the spelling/grammar for clarity): Traveling solo. What can you say? It can be brutal, or you can make the most of it. It’s...

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Kevin Costner, Fireball and a bus trip to Atlanta
Dec02

Kevin Costner, Fireball and a bus trip to Atlanta

Kevin Costner said it – Clevelanders love their drink. No more evident than a trip to Atlanta for a Cleveland Browns football game sponsored by the Charlotte Brown’s Backers. 40 Ohio transplants travelling on a bus from Charlotte to Atlanta, with wheels up @ 10 am on Saturday morning and returning after the game on Sunday evening. For those counting, that’s the potential for 36 hours of laughs, shenanigans, and basic Tom Foolery. From...

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