When I die, I may not go to heaven

but Texas is as close as I've been.

LITTLE TEXAS "God Bless Texas"

Just 'cause

yummmy.

Is Bacon the new Black?

From maple bacon lattes for breakfast, to bacon-wrapped hot dogs post-party, bacon seems to have left it's normal job as "side of" at breakfast and infused itself into every aspect of the day. Bacon Blogs, Bacon Bartering, Bacon Bandages. What's with the pork preoccupation?

Don't they know what bacon can do to you?

photo via baconhaikus

Favorite Song Friday

The perfect weekend song. And a little something to tide me over until Mika's new album.

Obama Loves Sorority Girls.

I mean, who doesn't. Read more here.

Eavesdropping.

While walking through my favorite street in Soho today, I overheard someone talking about how tacky and chaotic Prince street was. I just laughed. Tacky? No way. Chaotic? Hardly. Prince street has everything any sane person has ever wanted -- jewlery stores, boutiques galore, art galleries, and of course, clothes, clothes, clothes. If you live in the area, I would hit Prince street while you can. French Connection, WINK, and Alice & Olivia are all having great sales. I myself visited the fantastic street jewlery stands and found a pretty gold chain for the stunning price of $4.00. I put it on right away and went back to work, and have already recieved compliments.

So, please, Miss Scrunchie Wearing Tourist from Alabama, think twice before calling my favorite street "tacky." As Carrie Bradshaw says, "If we all have one true love, then New York is mine. And I don't want nobody talkin shit about my boyfriend."

Beware the Cancerous Hot Dog!

The Associated Press reported today that The Cancer Project is suing three major hot dog manufactuers (I'll give you a hint. One has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R), saying hot dog packages sold in stores should come with a warning lable, like that on cigarrettes, citing this report from the American Institute for Cancer Research.

I'm not sure why they aren't taking aim at producers of red meat and alcohol, which the same study also showed increase chances of corectal cancer.

It sounds like some kind of conspiracy by vegetarians to limit our fun at baseball games, if you ask me. And with gourmet hotdogs popping up all over the place, they're an easy target (anti-alcohol is so 1920).

So, in the name of all that is American, please! Save the Hot Dog!

Hot Dog Hot Spots

SF

NY

P.S. For a great Mexican Hot Dog in SF, hit up the hot dog cart outside of Circa after last call.

photo via seriouseats.com

Everybody Loves Ingrid

With the release of her newest album, Everybody, fast approaching, Ingrid Michaelson has announced not only an upcoming tour & giving fans a chance to download exclusive tracks by signing up for her mailing list & referring friends.

You can also listen to her newest single, "Maybe" here. With her simple lyrics and sweet melodies, how could you resist? Even with songs about broken hearts, she manages to make it feel as though all is right in the world.

So, until August 25, here's a little Ingrid to warm your heart:

Number 4 was Yumi

So, I think I may have found a new favorite date spot. Delicious yogurt, cute patio (watch out for the train noise, though) & a witty boy. Who could ask for more?

I highly recommend the watermelon fat free yogurt. And be prepared; the cup size is not indicitive of how much yogurt you actually get. I got a small & had to skip dinner, I was so full.

Here's what yelpers say: http://www.yelp.com/biz/yumi-yogurt-san-mateo

And even better...the date paid.

I'm Sorry?

After getting zero jailtime and 5 years probation, Chris Brown finally spoke out, apologizing for assaulting Rhianna. Watch the vid for yourself, but really?? I'm sure your obviously scripted apology made Rhianna feel all better! I'm sure she also appreciates you taking a moment to let your fans know how sorry you are for beating the crap out of her. I'm not saying it's not sincere. I'm sure he is sorry. But I just think this is one of those situations where sorry doesn't cut it. I know countless men who lose their temper and still would NEVER lay a hand on a woman. Much less one that loves them.

But that's my opinion. Thoughts?

Suck it.

Happy National Lollipop Day

LiLo's Back.

Clearly, Lindsay Lohan is trying to make a come back with a positive spin (read: no rehab moments, custody battles, papparazzi fights, driving accidents, etc). When not working on her new movie, she has been modeling as the new face of Fornarina. New York Magazine says of her ads that she "looks like a meatpacking district clubgoer who had an accident with a guitar she found at an after-party in the wee hours." I couldn't agree more. Oh, Lindsay. See you at Ganzevort.

Models and Bottles.

Oh New York City nightlife. Being a part of it, you would have no idea we were in a recession. There are bottles of Grey Goose flowing, scantily clad models/designers/actors everywhere buying $25 cocktails, ex-bankers dancing as if they just bought a new condo on Park avenue, and champagne and sparklers a plenty. Enter, 1 Oak, one of my favorite hot spots in the city for a fabulous night club experience.. The door is tough, the atmosphere amazing, the people beautiful, and the service top notch. If you can make it past the door (I highly reccomed reservations and that you dress to impress) you will be in for a night of delight. The club only allows 250 people to enter and so it feels as if you have been invited to a small private party. The DJ is great, the decor is fabulous with oak paneling, abstract paintings, and a roaring fireplace. They even just opened a spot in South Hampton so you can have the finest of nighlife experience while on vacation as well. Cheers!

I'm pretty sure

the last thing Lindsay Lohan's career needs is "a little bump". And yes. I will be watching.

New Old Joynt

After my recent relocation to Pac Heights, I've been spending as much time as I can exploring my new neighborhood. Whole Foods & BevMo were, of couse, first stops. But I was taking the 47 Van Ness to the Giants' game last week and noticed this atrocity of a building 2 blocks away. And of course I knew I had to go. I mean, it SCREAMS fun. It's got "cocktails" in the name for crissakes. Turns out, it's also a San Francisco landmark. And if you think the outside is busy, you should see the inside.

So! Tonight I went. And they had brisket on the menu. Don't get me wrong, I love a nice restaraunt with cloth napkins and waiters and all, but sometimes there is nothing better to me than a plate of brisket served out of a cafeteria-style serving line. I am from Texas, after all.

I highly recommend the dinner plate. Ten bucks gets you a choice of meat (alot of it!), side, & choice of salad. The food definitely did not disappoint. Although, I would skip the bbq sauce. It was very molasses-y and more a gravy consistency than a bbq sauce consistency.

Next time, I'll have to try this joynt's cocktails.

photo via themenupage.com

Favorite Song Friday

Thank you, Pandora, for introducing me to Wax Tailor, the nom de plume (look at me using French!) of French hip hop/rap producer Jean-Christophe Le Saoût.

Models and Bottles

Oh New York City nightlife. Being a part of it, you would have no idea we were in a recession. There are bottles of Grey Goose flowing, scantily clad models/designers/actors everywhere buying $25 cocktails, ex-bankers dancing as if they just bought a new condo on Park avenue, and champagne and sparklers a plenty. Enter, 1 Oak, one of my favorite hot spots in the city for a fabulous night club experience.. The door is tough, the atmosphere amazing, the people beautiful, and the service top notch. If you can make it past the door (I highly reccomed reservations and that you dress to impress) you will be in for a night of delight. The club only allows 250 people to enter and so it feels as if you have been invited to a small private party. The DJ is great, the decor is fabulous with oak paneling, abstract paintings, and a roaring fireplace. They even just opened a spot in South Hampton so you can have the finest of nighlife experience while on vacation as well. Cheers!

We hold these truths to be self evident

...that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of great beer.

I rang in the anniversary of our Nation's Independence by meeting #3 (the one who doesn't pay) at 21st Amendment, a microbrewery/restaurant/bar. Yes, I know I went off on him a few posts ago, but I thought I'd give the poor boy another shot. Two things I learned:

1. Stop blaming bad dates on first-date nerves. Chances are, it's just his personality.
2. Watermelon-fermented beer is perhaps one of the greatest gifts our nation has bestowed upon us.

If there's one thing I enjoy about the West Coast, it's the vast array of microbreweries. I love that they're all (fairly) unique and completely unpretentious. 21st Amendment is no different. I didn't try the food, but I immediately took to the cheeky brews ("Brew Free! or die") & laid back vibe.

The Southern girl in me was immediately drawn to "Hell or High Watermelon" - a wheat beer that is infused with watermelon juice during it's second fermentation. And I didn't look back. It wasn't sweet at all, but very refreshing and just enough watermelon to remind me of summers in Texas.

The other brilliant thing about 21st Amendment is that it is only blocks away from AT&T Park, which is quickly becoming my favorite summer hangout. Hellooooo Ryan Sadowski!

Our forefathers may not have set forth upon this great land to provide us with hot baseball players and ice cold beer every July 4, but it certainly is a grand way to celebrate.

Favorite Song Sunday

So, I missed Friday again. In my defense, I have no cable or internet at the new apt. (Thanks, Comcast for making me live like it's 1922. I appreciate it.)

So, after what was a roller coaster of a month, I'm incredibly glad that July is here, and also, I am declaring the new BEP song my summer anthem. I encourage you all to do the same.

Because it's gonna be a good good month.