Sunday, April 29, 2007

UNTUCK THE HOT

Saturday, we officially kicked off Summer with the first Grape St. BBQ. There's nothing like the smell of carcinogenic burgers and hot dogs in the air intertwined with 12 hours of drinking, lawn games, music and late night stups. I guess it's also pretty cool to blackout before the sun goes down.


New year, new grill, same anonymous meat product.



Our new favorite news anchor Jane, and our old friend Jess.



We have a serious beer pong fetish.





The party always starts with these two.



Mueller hates the paparazzi..



I guess the party's moving...



Here's to three days of cleaning up. Until next time, kids.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

TACO BELL > MILAGRO


"Milagro Taco Bar writes...
This festive corner spot dons hardwood floors, copper accents and terracotta-hued walls. It claims a clientele of neighborhood dwellers and Mexican-food aficionados devoted to star chef Frank Bonanno. All relish the mind clouding margaritas, impressive Mexican beer selection, friendly staff and authentic street eats and innovative Mexican plates."

*Edit: Apparently, Frank Bonanno's partnership within Milagro Taco Bar had recently dissolved. If I were him, I would definitely have them take my name off the website.

Dear Frank Bonanno: if you're going to put your stamp on something, you better be damn sure it lives up to the hype or you're just another sell-out.

Milagro Taco Bar was probably the worst restaurant experience I've had in Denver. I'm not picky. But, I am a serious foodie and have a certain expectation of a restaurant that Frank Bonanno (Mizuna, Luca d' Italia) lends his name to. Although it's name contains 'taco bar', which would give it a sense of simplicity (or trendiness), it's hard to contemplate the fiasco that ensued on our visit.

We got a last minute Thursday reservation around 7:30. Upon arriving, our table was empty, but took atleast 15 minutes to be 'set up', so we took to the bar for a round of drinks. Upon being seated, we recieved water and chips and salsa. Another 20 minutes passed without even being acknowledged by a single server. So, Pete went to the bar to order another round of drinks and to confirm that our center seated table of 8 actually had a server assigned to it. After a little management pow-wow, they decided to send us a server, a free round of drinks and a round of tequila shots. We ordered our meals and were told our order would be hurried along.

After being seated at about 7:45, our dinner was served at 9:15. The entire time, the best service was from a bus boy.

I've worked in the restaurant business for 10 years and the question I repeatedly ask myself when I got out to eat is: What did they do to make me want to come back? Sometimes the food is so good it overlooks bad service. Sometimes exceptional service overlooks mediocre food. Sometimes it's an intangible that draws you to the space. In this case, it was none of the above. The food was awful. I had a combo plate (taco, burrito, enchilada). The enchilada sauce was bitter, obviously burned and without proper seasoning. The barbacoa was stringy and tough, the rice was maybe Zatarain's or Uncle Ben's, the green chile had no spice, and the taco was soggy. The presentation was also ill-fated; My burrito was stacked on top of my enchilada! The atmosphere reminds me of the Pink Taco at the Hard Rock in Vegas or a Carlos and Charlie's in Cabo--nothing 'miraculous'.

The thing that bothers me the most is that the entire time not one manager came over to apologize. The restaurant was less than full so they certainly were not that busy. It's a case of someone not caring. Managers should know everthing that goes on in their restaurant--from the dining room to the kitchen to the bathroom to the parking lot. Communication and attitude is a reflection of top management and someone up top definitly fucked up. Do you really think that a free round of cheap tequila and no apology is going to make me want to come back? Maybe the tequila would make us forget our experience? Regardless, I wouldn't go back because I can get better Mexican food for half the price. It just disappoints me that they didn't even try. We were a table of 8! Probably the largest group in the whole joint! That's 8 people x their network that you've lost! I try to give restaurants the benefit of the doubt because it is one of the most difficult industries, but show me something!

Damn! Cheap tequila makes me angry...Atleast give us shots of Patron!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

MTVISMS

Champagne, officially, can only be coined 'Champagne' if it's made in the small French region bearing the same name. That pink bubbly stuff that comes with a plastic cork and usually double fisted straight from the bottle is the devil. Saturday marked the MTV Super Sweet 16 themed 26th birthday party for Caitie where the 'Champagne' flowed like water. Just like on TV, the party included hand delivered invites, a red carpet entrance, fountains, disco balls, lights, all-white attire, outfit changes, cake and dancing. The biggest difference between reality and 'reality' was the lack of daddy's trust fund. Otherwise, the bottles may have been gold and everyone wouldn't have gotten up feeling like an anvil had been dropped on their head.


The birthday girl's ascencion up the red carpet. They got her a Jetta.





I swear we're not going to a milkman's convention.







Brett Favre bobblehead. Best present ever.



Dress number 2, probably bottle number 3.





I found Fudgsicles.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

SPRING




Looks like Punxsutawney Phil was right.

PUPPY LOVE

If you are sick and tired of little Fido getting his rocks off on your leg, invest in a Hotdoll. Get that toy ass!



I'm still laughing...look at that dog's face!

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

C.R.E.A.M.





I took all the change I saved up from the past year in my Louis 'piggy bank', and consolidated the socially unusable coins into more convenient green paper. Forget that retarded Coinstar machine that jacks you for like 10%; Go find your local bank branch with a coin counter. Although it only added up to about a hundred bucks, it made me think about how cash is becoming obsolete in everyday society. Everyone loves the simplicity of the plastic card, which brings me to maybe the dumbest (or coolest) thing I've ever seen. The Butterfly from American Express.

IMUS

Got this in my inbox today from Nike. I thought it was a pretty interesting and clever piece of marketing.

Click on the image for a larger view.

THOUGHTS, PRAYERS, ANSWERS?

My thoughts and prayers go out to the community of Virginia Tech who were involved in the unbelievable tragedy that occured yesterday in Blacksburg.

Pete and I watched the news last night, as most of the country was probably doing, and couldn't fathom the sight of the police hiding behind trees while a gunman is littering a classroom with bullets. How do you not shut down the campus after an initial shooting? Don't you assume the worst in a situation like this? Haven't we seen this situation before? When I first heard the news on CNBC, I didn't even stop to watch. Is our society so engulfed in violence I've become numb to it?

Monday, April 16, 2007

DRINKY PANTS

I just realized the last three or four posts have made me look like a haggard, frat-boy, alcohol-abuser that parties balls 8 nights a week. It was just one of those crazy weekends that starts a little too early. In reality, I'm a health nut at heart. I'm not OCD about it, but I try my best to eat a lot of fruit and veggies, less red meat, and less sugar and simple starches. I absolutely believe your body is a machine and what you put in it has a significant effect on your mental and physical output. That may sound corny, but it's an incovenient truth. As much as we would like our food pyramid to only include Coors Light and chicken fries, you just can't function that way. Maybe I have too sensitive a conscience, but weekends like this make me want to become a vegan and get a colonic. My theory on diets consists of moderation. Salt is not bad for you; Too much salt is bad for you. Butter is not bad for you; Too much butter is bad for you. Even a glass of wine every night will help with a healthy heart. Anyway, that's my rant for the day to make me feel better about myself.

Here's my usual breakfast:

1. That purple drank. No, not promethazine and codeine fool! OPC-3 Isotonix antioxidant formula. This is what Ponce De Leon was actually looking for.



2. Protien drank. A mix of light soy milk, whey protien, fresh fruit, and plain yogurt. It's usually my shake or two eggs with Tabasco on wheat toast. None of that technicolor, corn flake debauchery for me.



See you at the gym.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

CONSOLIDATE YOUR CUPS

Two ping pong balls, twenty red cups, twenty teams, and 800 bucks equals the Corona Cup Beer Pong Tournament. This is the third year for the tourney. Pete and I a.k.a Sidney Dean & Billy Hoyle (White Men Can't Jump reference) won the first year, were not invited back the second year (because of the beating we handed out), and were back this year for more hot cup action. We ended up getting 2nd place, a t-shirt and a wicked hangover.




The thrill of victory.



That's your boys in the semis.




"I'm in this business of terror got a handful of stacks better grab an umbrella. I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes"



The night got pretty gully later on...



Hi. I'm gonna go blackout now.









Nighty Night Pete.

Friday, April 13, 2007

BK CHICKEN FRIES

We live right around the corner from a little spot named Devon's Pub. Always an eclectic, entertaining crowd--I think we saw our high school dean here once. They have 'cigar bar' status so you can smoke inside. How wack is that? What is this, 2006 still??? Anyway, it's walking distance from the crib so we end up here every once in a while. In reality, it's just a pit stop before a midnight 12 piece chicken fry Burger King run to the dome piece.

The hotness...

Artsy fartsiness

OHWTF?

OHWTF x 2?

OHWTF X OHWTF?

Pacman Jones steez...

Sponge Bob x BK is so hot right now