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  • dankind said:
    hedonist said:
    Action Bronson??
    Action!
    I had to search the internet to find out what the hell you were talking about. The only Bronson I know is Charles, and that dude up there sure as hell ain't Charles.

    It's a stage name. His real name is Ariyan. Wonder why he changed it, especially looking the way he does (i.e., like a trailer bat).... :lol:
    That dude is fucking hilarious.  I know him from his YouTube cooking/eating stuff, not his music. 
    Agree on the name change.  Especially for a dude that appears to roll with lots of black dudes and raps. 
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  • I should be repulsed by watching that guy -- so stoned out of his head, can barely even sit up on his throne, dirty shirt....but he is awesome.  I laugh at pretty much half of what he says...and he has some cooking chops.
    Matty is similarly insane, like that crazy Canadian.
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  • dankinddankind Posts: 20,839
    I'll have to watch. 

    I don't know who anyone famous is anymore.

    I get news alerts about celebrity stuff, and I rarely recognize any names.

    I guess when my kids get a little older I'll know some of this stuff.
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  • ed243421ed243421 Posts: 7,659
    I googled “fat rapper” 
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  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840
    Also an Action Bronson fan.  Dude is hilarious and definitely knows what he's talking about.  Has some solid connections too in the food world.

    Not as high on Matty.  He grosses me out. .His finger nails are always disgusting when he's cooking and I can't unsee it now.
  • dankinddankind Posts: 20,839
    ed243421 said:
    I googled “fat rapper” 
    "Fat wrapper" yields this:


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  • ed243421ed243421 Posts: 7,659
    edited October 2019
    I got ...

    Post edited by ed243421 on
    The whole world will be different soon... - EV
    RED ROCKS 6-19-95
    AUGUSTA 9-26-96
    MANSFIELD 9-15-98
    BOSTON 9-29-04
    BOSTON 5-25-06
    MANSFIELD 6-30-08
    EV SOLO BOSTON 8-01-08
    BOSTON 5-17-10
    EV SOLO BOSTON 6-16-11
    PJ20 9-3-11
    PJ20 9-4-11
    WRIGLEY 7-19-13
    WORCESTER 10-15-13
    WORCESTER 10-16-13
    HARTFORD 10-25-13









  • dankinddankind Posts: 20,839

    I SAW PEARL JAM
  • ed243421ed243421 Posts: 7,659

    The whole world will be different soon... - EV
    RED ROCKS 6-19-95
    AUGUSTA 9-26-96
    MANSFIELD 9-15-98
    BOSTON 9-29-04
    BOSTON 5-25-06
    MANSFIELD 6-30-08
    EV SOLO BOSTON 8-01-08
    BOSTON 5-17-10
    EV SOLO BOSTON 6-16-11
    PJ20 9-3-11
    PJ20 9-4-11
    WRIGLEY 7-19-13
    WORCESTER 10-15-13
    WORCESTER 10-16-13
    HARTFORD 10-25-13









  • Won't let me read it, even if I open in the private tab.  
    They smack down Luger's?
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  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840

    Peter Luger Used to Sizzle. Now It Sputters.


    By Pete Wells

    I can count on Peter Luger Steak House in Brooklyn to produce certain sensations at every meal.

    There is the insistent smell of broiled dry-aged steak that hits me the minute I open the door and sometimes sooner, while I’m still outside on the South Williamsburg sidewalk, producing a raised pulse, a quickening of the senses and a restlessness familiar to anyone who has seen a tiger that has just heard the approach of the lunch bucket.

    There is the hiss of butter and melted tallow as they slide down the hot platter, past the sliced porterhouse or rib steak and their charred bones, to make a pool at one end. The server will spoon some of this sizzling fat over the meat he has just plated, generally with some line like “Here are your vitamins.”

    There is the thunk of a bowl filled with schlag landing on a bare wood table when dessert is served, and soon after, the softer tap-tap-tap of waxy chocolate coins in gold foil dropped one at a time on top of the check.

    And after I’ve paid, there is the unshakable sense that I’ve been scammed.

    The last sensation was not part of the Peter Luger experience when I started eating there, in the 1990s. I was acutely aware of the cost back then because I would settle the tab by counting out $20 bills; cash was the only way to pay unless you had a Peter Luger credit card. At the end of the night my wallet would be empty. Because a Peter Luger steak made me feel alive in a way that few other things did, I considered this a fair trade, although I could afford it only once a year or so.

    I don’t remember when the doubts began, but they grew over time.

    Diners who walk in the door eager to hand over literal piles of money aren’t greeted; they’re processed. A host with a clipboard looks for the name, or writes it down and quotes a waiting time. There is almost always a wait, with or without a reservation, and there is almost always a long line of supplicants against the wall. A kind word or reassuring smile from somebody on staff would help the time pass. The smile never comes. The Department of Motor Vehicles is a block party compared with the line at Peter Luger.

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    The management seems to go out of its way to make things inconvenient. Customers at the bar have to order drinks from the bartender and food from an overworked server on the other side of the bar, and then pay two separate checks and leave two separate tips. And they can’t order lunch after 2:30 p.m., even though the bar and the kitchen remain open.

    Since its last, two-star review in the Times, written by Frank Bruni in 2007, the restaurant has started taking online reservations. It accepts debit cards, too, which is nice. But the credit card you use to buy a cortado at the cafe or a bag of chips at the bodega will still not buy you a meal at Peter Luger.

    The servers, who once were charmingly brusque, now give the strong impression that these endless demands for food and drink are all that’s standing between them and a hard-earned nap. Signals that a customer has a question or request don’t get picked up as quickly; the canned jokes about spinach and schlag don’t flow as freely.

    Some things are the same as ever. The shrimp cocktail has always tasted like cold latex dipped in ketchup and horseradish. The steak sauce has always tasted like the same ketchup and horseradish fortified by corn syrup

    Although the fries are reasonably crisp, their insides are mealy and bland in a way that fresh-cut potatoes almost certainly would not be. The sole — yes, I’m the person who ordered the sole at Peter Luger — was strangely similar: The bread crumbs on top were gold and crunchy, but the fish underneath was dry and almost powdery.

    Was the Caesar salad always so drippy, the croutons always straight out of a bag, the grated cheese always so white and rubbery? I know there was a time the German fried potatoes were brown and crunchy, because I eagerly ate them each time I went. Now they are mushy, dingy, gray and sometimes cold. I look forward to them the way I look forward to finding a new, irregularly shaped mole.

    Lunch one afternoon vividly demonstrated the kitchen’s inconsistency: I ordered a burger, medium-rare, at the bar. So had the two people sitting to my right, it turned out. One of them got what we’d all asked for, a midnight-dark crust giving way to an evenly rosy interior so full of juices it looked like it was ready to cry. The other one got a patty that was almost completely brown inside. I got a weird hybrid, a burger whose interior shaded from nearly perfect on one side to gray and hard on the other.

    The same issue afflicted a medium-rare porterhouse I was served one night: The fillet was ideal but the other side of the T-bone, the strip, ranged from medium-rare to medium-well. I could live with this; big cuts of meat don’t always cook evenly. What gnaws at me every time I eat a Luger porterhouse is the realization that it’s just another steak, and far from the best New York has to offer.

    [Melissa Clark shows you how to cook a steak at home.]

    Other restaurants, and not just steakhouses, can put a formidable crust on both sides of the cut; Luger caramelizes the top side only, while the underside is barely past raw, as if it had done all its cooking on the hot platter.

    Other restaurants, and not just steakhouses, buy beef that is tender, richly marbled and deeply flavorful; at Luger, you get the first two but not the third.

    Other restaurants, and not just steakhouses, age that beef to make flavor grow and intensify and double back on itself; dry-aging at Luger still results in a tender steak, but it rarely achieves a hypnotic or compelling or even very interesting one.

    But those other restaurants are not Peter Luger, as Friedrich Nietzsche might have said.

    “When in this essay I declare war upon Wagner,” Nietzsche wrote in “The Case of Wagner,” “the last thing I want to do is start a celebration for any other musicians. Other musicians don’t count compared to Wagner.”

    I could say the same thing about other steakhouses — compared to Peter Luger, they don’t count. Luger is not the city’s oldest, but it’s the one in which age, tradition, superb beef, blistering heat, an instinctive avoidance of anything fancy and an immensely attractive self-assurance came together to produce something that felt less like a restaurant than an affirmation of life, or at least life as it is lived in New York City. This sounds ridiculously grand. Years ago I thought it was true, though, and so did other people.

    The restaurant will always have its loyalists. They will laugh away the prices, the $16.95 sliced tomatoes that taste like 1979, the $229.80 porterhouse for four. They will say that nobody goes to Luger for the sole, nobody goes to Luger for the wine, nobody goes to Luger for the salad, nobody goes to Luger for the service. The list goes on, and gets harder to swallow, until you start to wonder who really needs to go to Peter Luger, and start to think the answer is nobody.

  • Thanks.
    Wow, that is a take down!
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  • eddieceddiec Posts: 3,881
    Ouch.
  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840
    Yeeeeah.  Also, don't think it copied over buuuutt...zero stars.
  • dankind said:
    Looks like it would be tender.  What sort of beef cut did that start out as?

    I took some lasagna blocks out of the freezer from when I made it about a month ago.  In the oven for about 90 minutes and damn if it wasn't really good, even re-heated.  That stuff is gold.
    Two pieces and I feel like I could give birth -- the clear side effect of eating a good lasagna.
    Rump steak.
    :whistle:
      LOL.  That is why we tend to refer to it as Sirloin. 
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  • Sprunkn7Sprunkn7 Posts: 5,286
    Anyone watch Game Changers On Netflix and decided to cut down on their meat consumption? I love me a good steak and I usually ate some kind of meat at every meal but since watching this stupid show I have cut way back.  Like, I have had eggs and used butter this week, but eveythig else has been on the Vegan train.  I don't see myself as one that can go that direction, hell I hate beens!  I drink Almond milk, eat Almond Yougurt blah blah however I love cheese.  And Ice Cream.  Can't give that up!
    Interesting concept and trying to find where this journey takes me.  I know a week isn't long but I have not craved meat at all.  Shit.

    Thank you fellow 10 clubber for saving my ass....again!!!
  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840
    Liiiisten....I don’t want to sound like a tough guy, but that one chip challenge...don’t get me wrong, was hot but nothing tooooo crazy. The wife who handles hot food better than me was in much worse shape. We had milk and ice cream in the house and I didn’t have any of either and am going strong 
  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840
    Significant disagreement in the household here....

    I say the 10 out of 10 Indian and szechuan that my wife and I get is significantly hotter. I struggle with that and she is a champ. She says I am insane and this is so much worse 
  • Sprunkn7 said:
    Anyone watch Game Changers On Netflix and decided to cut down on their meat consumption? I love me a good steak and I usually ate some kind of meat at every meal but since watching this stupid show I have cut way back.  Like, I have had eggs and used butter this week, but eveythig else has been on the Vegan train.  I don't see myself as one that can go that direction, hell I hate beens!  I drink Almond milk, eat Almond Yougurt blah blah however I love cheese.  And Ice Cream.  Can't give that up!
    Interesting concept and trying to find where this journey takes me.  I know a week isn't long but I have not craved meat at all.  Shit.

    Interesting.  Will check that show out, thanks!
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  • Significant disagreement in the household here....

    I say the 10 out of 10 Indian and szechuan that my wife and I get is significantly hotter. I struggle with that and she is a champ. She says I am insane and this is so much worse 
    Want to try the chip at some point 
    10/10 Indian food can wreck me - I love the hot Szechuan but 10 is generally too hot for me at Han now.  Y'all love the spice. A good 8 is more enjoyable for me.
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  • rgambsrgambs Posts: 13,576
    Significant disagreement in the household here....

    I say the 10 out of 10 Indian and szechuan that my wife and I get is significantly hotter. I struggle with that and she is a champ. She says I am insane and this is so much worse 
    Interesting.  Heat profiles are different and I think people handle them differently.  I have a very low tolerance for the heat you get from unripe peppers.  A hot green jalepeno will burn me up with that sharp heat worse than the same pepper ripened to red, when it actually has a higher cap level.  My wife is the opposite!
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  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840
    Soooooo...dyer kinda hit the nail on the head with the after effects, which were worse than the heat pain for me at least 

    The wife woke up at 2 with the cramps and literally asked me to call an ambulance. I did not.

    I had molten lava in my stomach this morning
  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840
    rgambs said:
    Significant disagreement in the household here....

    I say the 10 out of 10 Indian and szechuan that my wife and I get is significantly hotter. I struggle with that and she is a champ. She says I am insane and this is so much worse 
    Interesting.  Heat profiles are different and I think people handle them differently.  I have a very low tolerance for the heat you get from unripe peppers.  A hot green jalepeno will burn me up with that sharp heat worse than the same pepper ripened to red, when it actually has a higher cap level.  My wife is the opposite!
    I agree with this. 
  • Soooooo...dyer kinda hit the nail on the head with the after effects, which were worse than the heat pain for me at least 

    The wife woke up at 2 with the cramps and literally asked me to call an ambulance. I did not.

    I had molten lava in my stomach this morning
    Sorry, but laughed at this.  Hope it passes quickly for you both.
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  • Cliffy6745Cliffy6745 Posts: 33,840
    Soooooo...dyer kinda hit the nail on the head with the after effects, which were worse than the heat pain for me at least 

    The wife woke up at 2 with the cramps and literally asked me to call an ambulance. I did not.

    I had molten lava in my stomach this morning
    Sorry, but laughed at this.  Hope it passes quickly for you both.
    Haha all good. We’re back to normal 
  • London Broil, grilled chicken thighs, Zucchini, sweet potato mash, and a big salad.
    Was my FIL's 70th birthday party.
    After I cleaned everything up he snuck me down to the bar in my house to do some shots "of that good tequila you have" - and told me not to tell his wife.  :lol:. Like she would be able to tell with the bottle and a half of wine he drank before/during dinner!
    So stuffed.
    Could eat the sweet potato mash with everything, every day.
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  • Soooooo...dyer kinda hit the nail on the head with the after effects, which were worse than the heat pain for me at least 

    The wife woke up at 2 with the cramps and literally asked me to call an ambulance. I did not.

    I had molten lava in my stomach this morning
    After = so much worse > during!!! Glad you made it through!
  • josevolutionjosevolution Posts: 29,567
    Ready for Thanksgiving we’re having it tomorrow afternoon ,Thursday’s work schedule for my wife doesn’t work .
    apple pumpkin & pecan pies are done, happy one to all ..
    jesus greets me looks just like me ....
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