Bill Kristol’s Inner Social Democrat

the sedan's rear end makes me wish for an electrified de tomaso pantera

I’m not saying I bought an electric car to have more immediately-available torque when I see this goblin crossing the street in Berkeley, but I’m not not saying it

pov: you’re a wheelchair user looking for the restaurant’s accessible entrance

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I still remember my grandfather telling the story of his landing in Normandy, dodging fusillades from the Longues-sur-mer gun battery while reciting an acknowledgement of the historic and unceded lands of homo neanderthalensis

He's probably just confused because of all the nazi paraphernalia they had in the house growing up

Let them eat sweetbreads.

Maybe you knew my Slovenian friend too? Gastro Colič?

Don't give anything an Emmy until it's as good as this.

Early contender for skeet of the night

Look we all know something is wrong with Winton but only Bandit has the courage to say it out loud

Nothing says “rock solid relationship” like the purchase of a titanium tandem

How about Grizzly Peak Owens

I’ve got friends who live on Adeline with their daughter Adeline. Which is good and proper.

I could get through that roll in about a weekend ‘round here.

Post a sign from your country that tells a story about how they treat their roads.

Or our handcycles

agreed, but I'd prefer to see it in a different accessible spot w/out the van loading area next to it. some of us need that extra space to get out of our cars and into our wheelchairs.

Uber WAV (wheelchair access vehicle) and Lyft Access appear to be a sham. Haven’t found a driver once in three days of looking In San Diego and Dallas.

One of the best things I’ve read in a while:

The gravy fries at Nectar’s in Burlington. These were, of course, best eaten from the takeout window while wandering up Church Street with one’s high school sweetheart.

Loved seeing Florent’s t-cell count go down on the menu board after he started retrovirals in the late 90s ❤️

Carbur’s Restaurant in Burlington was a childhood favorite. Can’t remember any particular dish, but it was always so much fun to go.

*poor

And it was so big too! Very important to this poo graduate student.

The Red Onion sandwich at The Res Onion in Burlington, Vermont. Turkey, smoked Gruyère, sundried tomato aioli, and thinly-sliced Granny Smith apples, on inch-thick slices of homemade honey-oat bread and toasted in the oven. Technically Red Onion still exists but the sandwich isn’t as good anymore.

Fu Jin’s crispy fried eggplant on Hawthorne in Portland. I’m not mad; they put their kids through college and retired on their own terms. I’m not too mad.

Chow in the Castro: Thai lime chili noodles for dinner and ginger cake with pumpkin ice cream and caramel sauce for dessert. My partner waited tables there and would sometimes bring half of her shift meal and milkshake home.

Their French onion soup was the best I ever had. This place oozed 2002 LA like few other brunch spots could (Fred 62 you can eff right off with your gimmicky toasters)

A good start.