Who’s the king of Las Vegas comedy?
Right now, I’d split my vote three ways:
A stadium hasn’t been constructed yet that can keep me out.
Well, maybe one. More on that later.
This week, I’m visiting Pittsburgh. The hotel and casino where I’m staying are adjacent to the stadium where the Pittsburgh Steelers play their home games. I’d mention the actual name of the stadium, except that the ketchup company which pimped the naming rights isn’t sending me a royalty check, so you’ll just have to try and guess the official name of the place.
I have a fetish for stadiums. Like some kind of sick pervert. Some guys like tits and ass. I get a rise out of triple-deck overhangs and natural grass. As far back as I can remember, I’ve made pilgrimages to every stadium humanly possible whenever I visited a new city. Seeing stadiums up close in person are not only impressive as the architectural marvels they are, they’re also part of history. Exciting things happen in stadiums, especially for us sports fans.
Moreover, visiting a stadium adds a much greater sense of perspective. Watching a football game on television gives the average fan no sense of the actual experience of attending a game. Sure, I’d rather stay at home too, and flip my Direct TV channels back and forth along with everyone else. I also don’t fancy forking over $300 for seats in the end zone. But there’s also a rite of passage of going to games when you can — parking, walking to the gate, taking a seat, tasting the shitty food, freezing your ass off, getting into fist-fights, and witnessing everything first-hand. Otherwise, you really don’t “get it.” It’s the difference between seeing your favorite band live in concert versus listening to a studio recording. Sure, the sound quality is much better on your the iPod. But which is the better “experience?”Read More
Dutch food sucks.
Sorry, Holland. Beautiful country. Nice people. But the local food scene is basically one Long John Silvers after another, only with unpronouncable names.
Your food choices in Holland are pretty much limited to the following choices: Fish, fish, and more fish — and it’s all fucking fried. Just about everything you order comes with fried potatoes topped with a giant dollap of mayonaise. Yuck. After staying here a week and losing a full belt loop in an unplanned fast, I’m ready to flee the country just to get a good meal. And today that’s exactly what I did, racing towards the German border in a reverse blitzkrieg with the first authentic German restaurant as my primary target. Hey, you know the food is lousy when you’re burning rubber towards Germany to get a decent meal.Read More
There’s three things I love about France — their cooking, their wine, and their cars. Well, maybe four things, but I don’t want to get into trouble.
Such fine memories. In fact, I owned a Peugeot when I lived in Europe. Day to day, that was funnest car I’ve ever driven. Later, when I returned to the U.S., I went on to purchase two more Peugeots, including the last model that was ever imported into the United States. Now, French cars have become quite a rarity on American shores. This makes me sad.
About 20 years ago, Peugeot stopped exporting cars into the U.S. Truth is, Peugeots never sold very well here. Some of this lack of enthusiasm came from our cultural bias against the French. Peugeot and other brands including Renault also didn’t help their cause any with shoddy craftsmanship. They developed a terrible reputation that become impossible to shed from the early imports being problematic cars. The cars got a lot better over the years, but as they say, one never gets a second chance to make a positive first impression. The hint of a lemon smell stuck forever.
At the time, the American luxury car market was dominated by the Germans. Now, Lexus and other popular brands have caught up and surpassed the Europeans, becoming the new automotive gold standard. Meanwhile, few Americans have ever driven or even seen a French car, since most of the remaining models are now quite old, or have been restored as classics.
If Peugeot was my first love — then my tempting mistress has always been Citroen.
I’ve always wanted to own a Citroen. But that wasn’t a widely held view. The older Citroens looked funny. Many people thought they were ugly. At least let’s agree on this — they were certainly different.
You decide.Read More