Meat Sweats

You have not lived until you've seen these fellows take down 200 wings.

Or maybe you'll just live a lot longer than they will.

Hotel Bars

If there's one thing I love, it's hotels.

And if there's a second thing I love, it's hotel bars.

And then thirdly, I love Beet.

Yesterday the three came together as we went to a delightful hotel bar downtown to celebrate Bert's birthday.  We chose to go to City Bar in the Lenox Hotel because the lovely Miss Schroeder gave me a gift card there for my bridal shower.  Are you thinking best shower gift ever?  Because then you would be correct.

City Bar

I'm not quite sure what the allure of the hotel bar is for me.  They're always overpriced and often crowded and the drinks are sometimes not the best.  But I like traveling and I like the people watching that you can do there.  Of course the best hotel bar in  Boston used to be the one at the Boston Marriott Copley Place, where no matter when you went the same crew of old cronies would show up to party hard.   They were a group of beyond middle-aged men and women, the men quite dapperly dressed, who would stand pounding drinks at the bar, waiting to proposition young women to dance.  This place was the best and I still mourn it's loss.

Dinosaur Meat Update

Thanks to a faithful reader, I have an update on our dinosaur eating discussion.  She sent in the following link which we found most illuminating:

What did dinosaur meat taste like?

Based on that, I think I'll pass on the dino meat.  I don't have a lot of hawk in my diet, and I don't think I'm missing out on too much.

Not Yum.

Decadent Dessert

The dessert I made for last night's monthly Ladies Dinner was a hit, and as quite a few people asked for the recipe, I thought I would share it with you, Dear Readers.

Courtesy of Real Simple Magazine 

Hazelnut Ganache Tart with Sea Salt

Serves 10 - Hands-On Time: 25 minutes - Total Time: 2 hours

Creepy Christmas

My least favorite holiday song is the classic "Baby, It's Cold Outside."

Deano

For a long time I thought I was the only one who found this song disturbing and predatory.  But thanks to the wonder of the interwebs, I have found a slew of people who feel the same.  It's nice not to feel alone.  But seriously.  The male part in this song is outright refusing to let the female part leave his house, no matter how many times she insists or tells him that "the answer is no."  Creepy.  It doesn't even have anything to do with Christmas - why must this song be played so often?

The runner-up, is of course, the delightfully absurd "Christmas Shoes."  But this song is so ridiculous, that I think I actually get great enjoyment out of it.  They made a TV movie out of it, for Pete's sake.  Rob Lowe, you are better than this.

Oh, Rob Lowe

Oh, this song just makes me laugh.  But what about you, dear readers - are there any songs or holiday movies that you find creepy or extremely irritating?  I don't know if there are any other songs about date rape like good old "Baby, It's Cold Outside" but I'm sure there are equally inappropriate topics.

Laser

Does your place of employment have need for a sign like this?

Didn't think so.

Cave man

<rant>So I recently got into those show "House Hunters" on HGTV.  And I mean, like, into it - I've watched at least 20 episodes in the last 4 days.  I watched two episodes last night, but had to turn it off partway through the second because I was getting too riled.  The reason: man caves.

I have just discovered that I find this phrase and idea fairly offensive.  On each of the shows I watched last night, both husbands expressed their need for a spot for their man cave in their new home, and were willing to sacrifice a lot to get the perfect "man cave" space.  The second guy was so absurd and kept being dismissive of these amazing houses, that were perfect in every other way, because his cave wasn't going to be big enough.  At no time did either of the women express a need for their own room or private area of the house.

I don't understand where this theory came from that men deserve their own special place in the house where women are not quite welcome.  But I do not care for it.  I have never considered myself a very vocal feminist, but something has snapped.  Down with man caves, sister suffragettes!</rant>

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