The small city in which I live has several Radio Shacks, a dozen yogurt shops, two dozen yoga shops, at least three places where you can get your dog washed, and not a single KFC. I'm not saying Cambridge is useless to me—there are also several places to buy beer and bicycle parts—but I am saying that there's a whole lot of stuff I don't need and zero ways to obtain the new KFC Chicken Bites I found myself needing last Saturday afternoon.
'malt beverages' on Serious Eats
I've never been in a position to hire anyone, unless you count the temporary employees I occasionally contract to fetch my dinner or pour my beer. This is a shame, because I think I'd make a great job interviewer. Bottom Shelf Industries has no immediate plans for expansion, but I've compiled a list of questions for hypothetical applicants just in case the day comes.
The golf imagery strongly suggests this is targeted toward mature men, which is curious given that most "malt beverage alternatives" aim a little more toward the ladies and/or the youngies.
Tomorrow I'm meeting an old friend for lunch and I couldn't be more excited or less excited. I am exactly the right amount of excited: very extremely to be seeing one of my favorite people for the first time in at least five and perhaps as many as 100 years; and not-at-all-god-please-why to be going to Border Café in Harvard Square.
I won't get fooled again. My understanding of the tide charts, television schedules, and other relevant scriptures suggests that snow will next befall Massachusetts on Sunday, February 12, on which date I intend to be relaxing in a warm, southerly location.
Bottom Shelf research coordinator Emily and I had a grand and overdue Halloween couch party the other night featuring "Law and Order: Ice-T," delivered chicken, and homemade pumpkin beer. The T was as Icy as ever and the chicken was the perfect blend of spicy and sketchy (I don't know where Wings Over Somerville finds these 9-inch strips of brick-thick white meat, nor do I need to know), but the undisputed star of the evening was the beer.