Bistro Bijou

[Anschul]

Red Sox Nation is the best. I suppose you're a Rays fan. Just don't tell me you're a Yankees fan. Cause yknow Yankees Suck.

I say it with a Jersey accent. I don't have much of a Maine-ah accent, but boy do I hear it every day!

A Rays fan? There are no Rays fans. Oh, wait...they are winning this year, so they have fans. In Florida, people actually will admit to being a fan of a team if it wins. Which they usually don't (see Dolphins, Miami; Heat, Miami). Last year the Rays (nee Devil Rays) didn't sell a thousand tickets all season.

Actually, I'm a Phillies fan. Born there. Lived there 'till I was eleven. Went to games at Connie Mack Stadium, on Lehigh Avenue in Strawberry Mansion, one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in America, even then. I went there once, parked on a neighborhood street to save the three bucks for parking, and walked six blocks to the stadium--day game, wouldn't dare do that at night. Came back to the car three hours later, still there, still had all it's tires, its radio, its hubcaps, everything. Car was still locked. Got inside, found a Black Power afro pick on the driver's seat and the radio had been retuned to WDAS, the Philly Black (we now call it "Urban Contemporary" rock station. Not something I ever listened to. Except for that, the car was completely undisturbed.

The Phillies have lost more games than any professional team in any professional sport. In the world. Lost their 10,000th game last year. One championship in their history--they go all the way back to 1873--and before that, they had appeared in two World Series. Didn't win a game either time. And that's who I'm a fan of. And damn proud of it.

 

[Homburg]

Your math confuses me. But, by your analogy, I should probably be eating you.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Your math confuses me. But, by your analogy, I should probably be eating you.

You get an A. And a gold star.

I clearly need to be making my living as a mathematician. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, rationalization...

And golly, A Tz sighting, with a poem for the Bistro fridge!

This day just gets better and better.

bj

 

[midwestyankee]

<snip>

Greetings, Mr. Yankee. Nice to see you here. What'll ya have?

bj

Thanks. I'll have a bit of your single malt, neat. Whichever one is closest to your reach at the moment will do.

And friends call me yank so I hope that you will too now.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

*Talisker, neat*

I keep Talisker handy for those who like a single malt that grabs you by the lapels and bitch-slaps you into agreement.

Neat is in fact the correct answer.

I occasionally show mine a picture of an ice cube, but that's as close to water as it gets.

Normally I'm the day staff here and wouldn't be covering the Bistro on this shift, but tonight is an exception; I have a little extra time on line this evening.

If you get at all bored, or want to introduce yourself more thoroughly, you might check for the various random surveys that I have marked in Bistro post #1. I adjust the links in there regularly.

Well met!

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Hiya Yank from an English rose. At one time you used to be 'Overpaid, over sexed and over here'.

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

OMG you will drive the boys into a frenzy with pics like that!

Welcome home friend xxx

Only the boys? What a shame

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

!!!!!!!!!!CHOCOLATE ALERT!!!!!!!!!!

This one's dedicated to our new friend Gaia, who apparently is as much of an addict as I am. Brooklyn Blackout Cake.
http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/freddheadpix/blackout-1.jpg

I checked the recipe, I had a blackout !

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

A little bit about myself, so that you are aware of what you are dealing with...

I think I am certified insane, though I can't prove it 'cos I lost the certificate.
My ex told me that my poetry was filled with angst, GOD! that made me so depressed.
I work for the ambulance service in the UK. No I am not a paramedic though I do sometimes drive those 'lunch boxes on wheels' I also drive patients up the wall.
I work strange hours, I will shortly be going to bed in the middle of the afternoon (I know, I once did this for pleasure too).

 

[Eluard]

Bj — you want a beautiful avatar — I recommend the woman who is the subject of this article.

And what am amazing story it is!

 

[midwestyankee]

*Talisker, neat*

I keep Talisker handy for those who like a single malt that grabs you by the lapels and bitch-slaps you into agreement.

Neat is in fact the correct answer.

I occasionally show mine a picture of an ice cube, but that's as close to water as it gets.

Normally I'm the day staff here and wouldn't be covering the Bistro on this shift, but tonight is an exception; I have a little extra time on line this evening.

If you get at all bored, or want to introduce yourself more thoroughly, you might check for the various random surveys that I have marked in Bistro post #1. I adjust the links in there regularly.

Well met!

bj

Talisker makes for an excellent sip or three, thanks. As for the ice cubes, we're in complete agreement. Every once in a while, though, I like to sprinkle about three drops of water into my scotch as a tiny sweetener. Always amazes people when I demonstrate how much effect a few tiny droplets of water can have (and it's a wondrously good effect) on a glass of good scotch.

I may take you up on your offer (or was it a challenge?) to try one of your surveys. For now I'm content to take my coffee and mostly lurk.

 

[midwestyankee]

Hiya Yank from an English rose. At one time you used to be 'Overpaid, over sexed and over here'.

I don't recall ever being overpaid (though one or two bosses might have disagreed) and sadly I've never been "over there" but the other descriptor seems like a good fit.

Hiya to you, too.

 

[Anschul]

Your math confuses me. But, by your analogy, I should probably be eating you.

Wow, talk about talking straight...

Thanks. I'll have a bit of your single malt, neat. Whichever one is closest to your reach at the moment will do.

And friends call me yank so I hope that you will too now.

Just hold on to my Laphroaig until we get to know him better. Hi, yank, welcome to The Bistro. I'm Anschul, sometimes also known as Cheffy, Chefzilla, Chefapalooza, and whatever BJ cares to call me (especially when we're alone). I'm the chef here at The Bistro, until Angeline decides to throw me out of the kitchen. I'm always hoping she'll teach me a thing or two. Also about cooking.

I checked the recipe, I had a blackout !

Yeah, Sister, this one's absolutely NOT for the faint of heart...

Talisker makes for an excellent sip or three, thanks. As for the ice cubes, we're in complete agreement. Every once in a while, though, I like to sprinkle about three drops of water into my scotch as a tiny sweetener. Always amazes people when I demonstrate how much effect a few tiny droplets of water can have (and it's a wondrously good effect) on a glass of good scotch.

I may take you up on your offer (or was it a challenge?) to try one of your surveys. For now I'm content to take my coffee and mostly lurk.

Okay, the man knows his Scotch. BJ, he can share my Lap anytime. And he's absolutely right, a little water (I use about half a teaspoon, room temperature, and always filtered) makes Scotch better than straight. True Scotch drinkers know that. Also brings out the bouquet, eh, yank? A good sniff makes a good Scotch even better.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I don't recall ever being overpaid (though one or two bosses might have disagreed) and sadly I've never been "over there" but the other descriptor seems like a good fit.

Hiya to you, too.

That was the male description of the Yanks in England during the war looooooong before you were born lol

Wow, talk about talking straight...



Just hold on to my Laphroaig until we get to know him better. Hi, yank, welcome to The Bistro. I'm Anschul, sometimes also known as Cheffy, Chefzilla, Chefapalooza, and whatever BJ cares to call me (especially when we're alone). I'm the chef here at The Bistro, until Angeline decides to throw me out of the kitchen. I'm always hoping she'll teach me a thing or two. Also about cooking.



Yeah, Sister, this one's absolutely NOT for the faint of heart...



Okay, the man knows his Scotch. BJ, he can share my Lap anytime. And he's absolutely right, a little water (I use about half a teaspoon, room temperature, and always filtered) makes Scotch better than straight. True Scotch drinkers know that. Also brings out the bouquet, eh, yank? A good sniff makes a good Scotch even better.

Looks sideways at Cheffy inviting men to share his lap ah well anything goes in here lol >>>>>>>>> runs before I get a botty smack

 

[Anschul]

That was the male description of the Yanks in England during the war looooooong before you were born lol



Looks sideways at Cheffy inviting men to share his lap ah well anything goes in here lol >>>>>>>>> runs before I get a botty smack

That's Lap (capital L). It's single-malt, and it's twenty-five years old. Oh, Annie, I just know you'd love to climb into a twenty-five year-old lap.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Wrong!!!!! I am not into toyboys I prefer the older more mature lap is you can remember

 

[midwestyankee]

That was the male description of the Yanks in England during the war looooooong before you were born lol

Not as long before as you might think. I'm a boomer through and through.

Looks sideways at Cheffy inviting men to share his lap ah well anything goes in here lol >>>>>>>>> runs before I get a botty smack

I like a Laphroaig now and again as well so this alternate interpretation never even occurred to me.

 

[midwestyankee]

At bj's suggestion (gotta love a woman who chooses to be known as bj), I've puttered about in the closet and found a random survey with which to introduce myself. Let's see what we get, shall we?

* Favorite soup for cold weather? Spicy crab soup

* Celebrity Lapdance: Who would you choose? Now the problem with this question is that in its pure form a lapdance is a nasty tease but we who dream occasionally of spending quiet intimate time with celebrities do not think in terms of doing so merely for the purpose of developing a case of blue balls. On these grounds, then, I can't think of a single famous person by whom I would want to be teased mercilessly to within an inch of leaving the next generation in a dark spot on my trousers. But if there was even a hint of a possibility of turning the tables on said celebrity and teasing her into a froth and keeping her on a high simmer for hours with the occasional slap to maintain her attention, I'd opt for golfer Natalie Gulbis.

* Best poet for cheering you up when you've lost your mojo? (Can be a poet on this board or one of those Regular Famous Ones) Ogden Nash (what, you expected John Donne?)

* What's that one thing you've been trying to write a poem about for ages but can't quite make it work yet? I've been toying with the idea of doing a parody of the Gettysburg Address in iambic pentameter but can't get it to scan.

* You walk into a bar and the first song you hear on the jukebox proves that you're definitely in the right place. What song is it? "In Heaven There is no Beer," as performed by Frankie Yankovic.

* What's the finest compliment you ever got? A friend who has won a local Emmy award said, after hearing me give a presentation said, "You've got some real chops."

 

[unpredictablebijou]

bienvenue, bistrovians!

Gaia, nicetameetcha. It'll be excellent to have another Brit hanging around; UYS' various bits of slang are a source of endless amusement for me.

*split my difference LOLZ!*

Yank, allow me to formally introduce UnderYourSpell. The Witchling is our resident flirt and Brit troublemaker, in the finest of ways. If you're lucky, she'll take a shine to you and start dragging you into the kitchen to "explain things" like she does to LeBroz.

My strong preference is for a Balvenie 20, which I believe is the sexiest single malt ever produced. I've experimented with water, and even used my own well-water, which has been lab tested and is extraordinarily high-quality. And I do notice that it shifts the flavor of various things. Though I might be persuaded to add water to a young Glenlivet or Glenfiddich, putting water into a Balvenie or an Oban is like putting lingerie on a hot woman - it's nice, but it just makes you want to take it back off again.

I prefer to just start nekkid right off the bat, as it were.

And El, you are so right about Hedy. I just haven't gotten around to her yet.

bj

 

[midwestyankee]

bienvenue, bistrovians!

<snip>
Yank, allow me to formally introduce UnderYourSpell. The Witchling is our resident flirt and Brit troublemaker, in the finest of ways. If you're lucky, she'll take a shine to you and start dragging you into the kitchen to "explain things" like she does to LeBroz.

My strong preference is for a Balvenie 20, which I believe is the sexiest single malt ever produced. I've experimented with water, and even used my own well-water, which has been lab tested and is extraordinarily high-quality. And I do notice that it shifts the flavor of various things. Though I might be persuaded to add water to a young Glenlivet or Glenfiddich, putting water into a Balvenie or an Oban is like putting lingerie on a hot woman - it's nice, but it just makes you want to take it back off again.

I prefer to just start nekkid right off the bat, as it were.

And El, you are so right about Hedy. I just haven't gotten around to her yet.

bj

All good choices, indeed. I don't do the water droplets thing very often but it's a nice change of pace. I am of the opinion that scotch and other good liquors should never be mixed with anything but air and the surface tension of a good glass.

I'll look forward to spending some quiet time in the kitchen with UYS.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Hey have I ever been quiet in the kitchen? Good idea do you bring your own gag or use those provided by the management?

 

[midwestyankee]

Hey have I ever been quiet in the kitchen? Good idea do you bring your own gag or use those provided by the management?

A reasonably well-stocked kitchen would include enough adaptable toys and implements to keep me (and my company) amused for hours, days even. And one can still make amazingly palpable fear grunts while gagged with a cotton dish towel.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

*moan*

 

[unpredictablebijou]

All good choices, indeed. I don't do the water droplets thing very often but it's a nice change of pace. I am of the opinion that scotch and other good liquors should never be mixed with anything but air and the surface tension of a good glass.

I'll look forward to spending some quiet time in the kitchen with UYS.

heh heh. good luck keeping her quiet...

nice survey answers, too.

Just recently (a few pages back) I declared a Viking Thing in the Bistro, and it went so well I think I'll make it perpetual and put a link up front for it. The basic gist is that when Vikings drink, they ceremonialize it into a series (a lengthy and very complete series) of toasts, breaking down into three categories:

Toasting (offering gratitude to ancestors, deities and so on)
Boasting
and Roasting (they call it Flyting - harsh truth-telling)

This has been such a ridiculously tough week for me that I'm keeping the Thing going, because it cheers me up, so here's today's Thing. Nobody minds if I fill the giant drinking horn with Oban 16, right?

*donning silly and anachronistic horned helmet with attached blond braids*

My Toast:
Gratitude to all the people who have watched over me, taken care of me and generally kept me under their various wings this week. Gratitude to the weather for being gratifyingly stormy. Gratitude to the Bistro for giving me something to do, day and night, so that I don't have to think too much.

My Boast:
When I really needed it, I had at least six people who were willing to step up and babysit me for lengthy periods of time, handing me off one to another to make sure I was under someone's care. This implies a) that I have managed to cultivate an extraordinary, high-quality circle of friends and b) they believe that for some reason I am worth taking care of.

My Roast: Ms. L, who is not on lit, has decided that in order to save her new husband the Real Story of her stripper days, she will lie about some history that I was involved in. Soon, we will have a serious moment of Truth Telling.

Personally, I have been called much Worse by much Better than ms. L, however, I have the reputation of my organization to consider, and she is about to discover that lying is never, never a good idea.

right then.

What's for lunch? I'm starved!

Could I have this on a bed of lettuce?

bj

(it's not a signature. It's a religion)

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Only if you don't mind stepping over what is spreadeagled on the floor