Secrets of the City

I can safely recommend the yak momos at Everest on Grand. Tasty stuff.

Though certainly not as succulent, nor as delicious, as the babies Max serves up.

These are organic babies right? I wouldn’t want any pesticides or tar and nicotine in my baby enchiladas.

Max told me they were free range.

Only the best ingredients for my friends.

If it’s any small consolation, the Crosstown Commons was ill-conceived to begin with, and it can’t get any worse. I’m still baffled at how the westbound half seems to run more smoothly, even though there’s a mandatory lane change to stay on 62 over a one mile stretch.

The crosstown did made sense, in the early 1960s. But I laughed like hell when MNDoT asked contractors to front the cost. And I laughed even harder when no bids were submitted. And I will practically ROFFLE when this issue bites T-Paw in the ass in the SW suburb poll numbers this fall. Traffic is all they care about, and that’s the nation’s worst bottleneck. He can sign a stadium bill, but fans can’t find a working freeway to the stadium from Bloomington? Hilarious.

It would have been done a long time ago if Minneapolis and the transit beasts would have just let the project go and not hijack it for their own agenda.

The yak momos are good – bit spicy though, they tend to hang with you for a few hours.

Anyone notice the typo in the Tribune’s deadtree edition (I hate that term)? They listed the upfront asking as $90,000 rather than $90,000,000. Oops.

I’m too lazy to submit a post, which is why I do this and offer no commentary.

I wrote a post. Thanks for the link, kwatt.

My GF and I are headed down to Body Worlds tonight to eat the decayed flesh off of some of the exhibit.

Gonna suck on some rib bones and try a few bites of the new deformed fetuses. Yummy!

Plus – every time that skull pops up in the ad window I get a craving for skull meat. Especially the fleshy stuff around the eye sockets.

Skull eye sockets are good for many things! (wink)

That “wrong place, wrong time’ column was by Doug Grow, not Nick Coleman.

That “wrong place, wrong time’ column was by Doug Grow, not Nick Coleman.

I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who desired human flesh on my plate after body worlds.