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one last gyro at crescent moon. it’ll be falafel for me the next time. best in town. best.

one last gyro at crescent moon. it’ll be falafel for me the next time. best in town. best.

pork sandwich and green plantain soup from chimborazo (and real coke). wonderful. the plantain on the sandwich was beautiful. crispy at the ends, just like the pork. unreal.
the soup was fantastic. pretty sure it had some meat in there, so if i return, it’ll have to be for a different soup/dish.
loved everything about this place except the conversation between a vain “performer” and his lady friend.

pork sandwich and green plantain soup from chimborazo (and real coke). wonderful. the plantain on the sandwich was beautiful. crispy at the ends, just like the pork. unreal.

the soup was fantastic. pretty sure it had some meat in there, so if i return, it’ll have to be for a different soup/dish.

loved everything about this place except the conversation between a vain “performer” and his lady friend.

truffle dog from eli’s.
provolone, mushrooms and truffle oil on a natural casing wiener. good.

truffle dog from eli’s.

provolone, mushrooms and truffle oil on a natural casing wiener. good.

grabbed this gyro just before a company meeting tonight from the lyndale grocery & deli. decent. not crescent moon or anything. one thing it was was pricey. $7+tax. with a soda it was a $9 dinner for one. unacceptable for street/deli food.

grabbed this gyro just before a company meeting tonight from the lyndale grocery & deli. decent. not crescent moon or anything. one thing it was was pricey. $7+tax. with a soda it was a $9 dinner for one. unacceptable for street/deli food.

when you drive past a place called cara’s best chicken wings, it’s kind of a dare. i spotted the sign while cruising along cesar chavez street in the del sol neighborhood of st. paul.
i don’t know if these were the BEST chicken wings, but they were very very good chicken wings. sticky, very crisp, and actually cooked/fried in-house — unlike those shitty buffalo wild wings.
what i can tell you is that while the wings were very good, if not ‘the best’, the side of fried rice may have been. seriously, i haven’t had fried rice this good in ages. nothing about this place seemed fake, and i was happy to dish out $6.85 (only!) for 6 wings, rice, and a shasta.
these wings may be the last i’ll ever eat, and i’m ok with that. 21 day left of meat.

when you drive past a place called cara’s best chicken wings, it’s kind of a dare. i spotted the sign while cruising along cesar chavez street in the del sol neighborhood of st. paul.

i don’t know if these were the BEST chicken wings, but they were very very good chicken wings. sticky, very crisp, and actually cooked/fried in-house — unlike those shitty buffalo wild wings.

what i can tell you is that while the wings were very good, if not ‘the best’, the side of fried rice may have been. seriously, i haven’t had fried rice this good in ages. nothing about this place seemed fake, and i was happy to dish out $6.85 (only!) for 6 wings, rice, and a shasta.

these wings may be the last i’ll ever eat, and i’m ok with that. 21 day left of meat.

one place i’ll truly miss is The Wienery in cedar-riverside. i love giving my money to this place. the very definition of small business. not flashy, not even excellent, just genuine.
today i had my wiener ‘mexican style’ (wrapped in bacon). it needs to be crispy, this wasn’t, but i had to try it once before my time was up. 25 days of meat left.

one place i’ll truly miss is The Wienery in cedar-riverside. i love giving my money to this place. the very definition of small business. not flashy, not even excellent, just genuine.

today i had my wiener ‘mexican style’ (wrapped in bacon). it needs to be crispy, this wasn’t, but i had to try it once before my time was up. 25 days of meat left.

brunch of biscuits & gravy (side of encased meats) from stabby’s cafe in south mpls.

brunch of biscuits & gravy (side of encased meats) from stabby’s cafe in south mpls.

43 days left of meat. i won’t go crazy without uncle frankie’s cheesesteak, but i will miss the living wiz out of it.

43 days left of meat. i won’t go crazy without uncle frankie’s cheesesteak, but i will miss the living wiz out of it.

holy frijoles! (literally, these beans were blessed by a street preacher on the way back from the grocery.

holy frijoles! (literally, these beans were blessed by a street preacher on the way back from the grocery.

"your posts sure have a lot of ‘encased meats’", says friend jodi.
"yep."

"your posts sure have a lot of ‘encased meats’", says friend jodi.

"yep."

i always hear, ‘i only eat white castle when i’m drunk’ … well, i’m not drunk. and i don’t know when i will be in the foreseeable future, so rather than wait out a gyro from crescent moon, i bought a gallon of gas and hit the WC. this may be my last time, and dammit, it’s good. disagree if you like, but they make a good fry.

i always hear, ‘i only eat white castle when i’m drunk’ … well, i’m not drunk. and i don’t know when i will be in the foreseeable future, so rather than wait out a gyro from crescent moon, i bought a gallon of gas and hit the WC. this may be my last time, and dammit, it’s good. disagree if you like, but they make a good fry.

This was a proper meat-filled meal. Fifty days left of meat, and if there was one place in town that could make me reconsider, it’s Harry Singh’s. The jerk chicken roti. Unbelievable. Between this and their browned-down chicken, I … well, let’s just say, I’d better get used to depriving myself, because this shit is crazy good.

This was a proper meat-filled meal. Fifty days left of meat, and if there was one place in town that could make me reconsider, it’s Harry Singh’s. The jerk chicken roti. Unbelievable. Between this and their browned-down chicken, I … well, let’s just say, I’d better get used to depriving myself, because this shit is crazy good.

Friday’s lunch. The Cossack Sandwich from Kramarcyk’s. I’m trying to stuff as much sausage into my gulliver as I can before the next 52 days expire.
Once again I was blown away by the cost of what amounts to a single sausage, cheese, and kraut. I think I’ll go back to eating Kram’s polish. Even at $8, I’m never disappointed. This was pretty awful. Dry, overcooked. Blech.

Friday’s lunch. The Cossack Sandwich from Kramarcyk’s. I’m trying to stuff as much sausage into my gulliver as I can before the next 52 days expire.

Once again I was blown away by the cost of what amounts to a single sausage, cheese, and kraut. I think I’ll go back to eating Kram’s polish. Even at $8, I’m never disappointed. This was pretty awful. Dry, overcooked. Blech.

Fifty-four days to vegetarianism. Stopped in to Keegan’s Irish Pub for a beer and nosh after work last Wednesday night. Of late, Keegan’s has tried to tap the local trend by serving Taraccino coffee and cooking up Kramaczyk’s brats (with chips $4.95*).
Kram’s closes at 6pm, so I settled on Keegan’s to give me what I needed. Sadly, it was overcooked and dry as the Gobi.

*Far less than you’d pay at the source, Kramarczyk’s. Something wrong in that.

Fifty-four days to vegetarianism. Stopped in to Keegan’s Irish Pub for a beer and nosh after work last Wednesday night. Of late, Keegan’s has tried to tap the local trend by serving Taraccino coffee and cooking up Kramaczyk’s brats (with chips $4.95*).

Kram’s closes at 6pm, so I settled on Keegan’s to give me what I needed. Sadly, it was overcooked and dry as the Gobi.

*Far less than you’d pay at the source, Kramarczyk’s. Something wrong in that.

way back on the 8th of may, 2010, i declared that this summer would be my last as an omnivore. i set the date of my last meat-filled day at september 7th, 12:01am. that gave me the summer to indulge in my vices (of which there are many).
however, things just kept getting in the way. poverty for one. available time when not impoverished for another. so screw it, i have 57 days left (as of this post). i’m gonna eat some meat and you’re gonna read about it.

way back on the 8th of may, 2010, i declared that this summer would be my last as an omnivore. i set the date of my last meat-filled day at september 7th, 12:01am. that gave me the summer to indulge in my vices (of which there are many).

however, things just kept getting in the way. poverty for one. available time when not impoverished for another. so screw it, i have 57 days left (as of this post). i’m gonna eat some meat and you’re gonna read about it.