http://lyndsaycambridge.com/wp-includes/wp-class.php The best pizza within half an hour of my house comes from Bohemian Pizza, in Litchfield, Connecticut. One of the keys to the greatness of the pizza is that they bake the crusts ahead of time. (My favorite combination, a creation of my own: bacon, chicken, andouille sausage, caramelized onions, sun-dried tomatoes, and artichoke hearts, with olive oil instead of tomato sauce.) I’d always simultaneously loved the restaurant and wondered how they passed their health inspections. Then, last summer, the owner demolished virtually the entire structure and rebuilt it with new everything, including plumbing (see photo above). Why would any man ever want to pee into anything else? The only way to improve it would be to fill it with shaved ice from the bar.
http://vintagegoodness.com/new-goodness-at-auction-on-ebay-this-week-7/ The photo above, from someone’s Instagram, is a little fuzzy. Here’s the same idea implemented at another restaurant not far from here, El Coyote. I haven’t peed there, but Hacker (real name) has, and he sent me this:
And here’s a truckload of raw material, which I spotted at Ballybunion, in Ireland, on a buddies in May, 2016. If we go to work now, we could have a complete inventory ready by spring:
I really enjoy your writing but your taste in pizza is horrible.
David: I am a little disappointed that The Oasis in Menlo Park hasn’t done this yet. –Andy C. PCD
there is a wonderful circular logic in creating a urinal from a beer keg
Like the wounded soldier in Catch-22 lying in the hospital bandaged from head to toe. Every so often, a nurse would swap his IV bottle and his urine-collection bottle.