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Home Sweet Home

 

We probably should have taken the picture before we poured the sauce and stuck in the kinfe, but we were hungry.  And you might also be asking why no pictures of BBQ beef or baby back ribs.  Well, when we saw these links go by we had to have them.  Then we had the beef and ribs.  The Bear Pit is absolutely a little bit of Missouri in Mission Hills, CA.

It’s a Pirate’s Life for Me

 

 

In the 17th century French pirates discovered 26 coves along the shores of Buzios where they could hide out and launch sneak attacks.  It worked for a while until they started going ashore to refuel.  Where they got into trouble with the native inhabitants, and it was all over.

In Life Under the Jolly Roger: Reflections on Golden Age Piracy, Gabrile Kuhn writes that a pirates life depended on moments of intensity; that everything always happened at once and in a moment you could be rich or dead.  For GK it called to mind Nietzsche’s apt metaphor about the perils of a certain kind of existence,  “Shall we roll the dice only because we might lose?”

Things are a little calmer now that the French have all left Buzios.  But their bikini’s and rib-eyes remain.  This one from is from the restaurant in the As Meninas hotel.  It’s not to be missed.

Hope Springs Eternal

When they named his amazing property at the tip of Cabo off the Sea of Cortez, I don’t think they meant to call it Esperanza because one might hope to see the Anistons & Batemans there.  But that’s what happened.  And had we come a little earlier that summer we might have seen Obama too.

As you can see from the picture below it’s not a bad spread.  We won the trip in a silent auction.  I highly recommend going there that way, it’s much more affordable.  And have the ribeye.  It’s tasty.

p.s. if you spend enough time in their steam cave you just might be able to put all that other stuff behind you.  And if you’re really luck you’ll get a visit from Tavibo’s spirit world.

das Sausage

Zurich Switzerland. Middle of busy day in trendy Bellevue Platz. Gorgeous grey business suit sunglasses attitude, she turns, I say goodbye out loud event though we have never met.  I’m in line with seemingly thousands of others at the Sternen Grill. Basically, the world’s most famous hotdog stand (next to Pink’s in LA of course).  I glance back.  She meets the guy with short hair, blue raincoat and boots.  You know the type.  That guy who always gets to the Kalbsbratwurst mit Gold Bürli before you do.  As they walk off into the sunset, I bite down.  I might not have the girl, but I have the bratwurst and it’s not half bad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hog Heaven

This is a desert that’s okay for the kids to eat first.  Especially if they find it before it’s time to eat lunch.

At the Ventura County Fair meat abounds.  But this guy making tri tip over an open wood fire stole the show.  Even for the kids.  You know the something’s wrong when your kids are more interested in watching the cowboy turn the grill crank to load the wood than seeing the bearded lady or the sword swallower.

My little girl even wanted to know why I wasn’t taking a picture of her spicy sausage sandwich.  Specifically, she wanted to know why she went through the trouble of eating something so daring if I wasn’t going to feature her.  Maybe next time you can cook me something and then we’ll talk…