— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
This is one fine video: two Bay Citizen reporters set out to discover if drinking cocktails with egg whites will kill you. After an ex-egg-farm worker goes on about how disgusting egg farms are, they hesitantly dive in anyway all while fearing for their life. Bonus points for sharing your drink with strangers at the bar, as that is clearly a much healthier practice than drinking raw egg. (link)
— By Zach Perkins |
4505 Chicharrones were in full effect.
There was some 'Oakland's Next Top Butcher' action going down. It looked pretty rad but I was already too full to stick around and see who won.
The very best food came from the very un-branded “Farmstands”. Each of these tents showcased a different local urban farm paired with a local chef. The rabbit and duck confit were excellent. Side note: In recent months I've come to the conclusion that there is very a notable 'babe factor' in the East Bay urban farming movement.
AKA: The Snooki Special.
Pork was probably the most over represented meat this weekend. Where my bovines at?
There were plenty of people yammering about sustainability/etc. and doing demonstrations. This chicken is about to demonstrate why you should never volunteer to work the Sunday shift at the festival.
Uh, srsly yall?
SHOCKER ALERT: There was no line at the Chipotle tent.
PRO TIP: When fighting through festival sized crowds, use resealable containers to protect you $6 beer investment.
FAKE CELEBRITY SIGHTING OF THE WEEKEND: James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem; not a vegetarian.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Lisa over at Everyday Photos hipped us to Ritual Roaster's blending of July 2010 internet and espresso. I'm pretty sure that what this means is that double rainbow is 'fucking dead.'
In other Ritual related news, Berkeley's J-School is apparently back in session because they are posting a mess of original stories again. For example, yesterday I learned that Four Barrel was born out of a falling out at Ritual (I'm sure everyone already knew that, feel free to make fun of me in the comments) and celebrated their 2 year anniversary with motherfucking pony rides:
Point Four Barrel.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
If the back of the Bisquick box is too much for you to handle, to just make your way to the old New College building.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
While strolling down Folsom to the mainstream Street Food Festival on Saturday, I was hipped to the cooler, undiscovered street food festival going down on the corner of 23rd. Just a giant heap o' chicken marinating in Sriracha and urine. The Yamo to your Osha. A scene still untainted by government fees, politicians, Michael Bauer, baby strollers and Foursquare. More authentic than shelling out $7 bucks for the privilege of eating Delfina near Garfield Park, I hope it stays true to its roots next year.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
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Unbeknownst to them at the time, the fabulous people at Dirty Thieves on 24th and Treat were our trial subjects. Here's how it works: you give one or more of members of #TEAM_UppyAlmy $40 to go to Pop's and get 'fucking blitzed'. We'll then go back to your place of business, order one beer, put Beastie Boys on the jukebox and then puke all over your fine establishment. It worked for Dirty Thieves, it could work for you!
Dirty Thieves: We have Biggie and the Beastie Boys on the jukebox. 'nuff said.
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
It's as douchey and disgusting as it looks. And yes, it's daytime.
Admittedly, I've lost touch with New England culture over the past 3 years. In general, I don't mind. Bikes are more fun than public transportation. Jorts are better than khakis. Dolores Park beats Boston Common any day. But whenever I get introduced to one of the latest Massachusetts memes, I'm always game to experiment.
Well, my buddy Jeff spent the summer out of the Mission and in the northeast working as a rafting guide. Apparently, all the kids are getting into bear fights: an Irish Carbomb immediately followed by a Jagerbomb. In spite of Jager's ironic comeback tour, this one made me a tad skeptical. But after a hour and a half of what could be described as some of the most world-class peer pressuring I've ever witnessed, it was decided that a round would be ordered. Much like a real bear fight, everyone not involved fled. The result?
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
The one time I went to Blondies' was a Friday night this past winter* and the bar was full of dancing 40-year-olds straight outta Discovery Bay. Not that I'm saying it was bad, but it certainly isn't the scene I'd expect on Valencia. Aside from the odd scene, the place didn't seem that bad. Plus, Ariel tells me they have killer Bloody Marys. Well, this marker review seems to disagree with my takeaway. What happened duder? Did a cougar shut you down? You don't like old people dancing to “Move Bitch”?
— By Zach Perkins |
From their description: “When we close our Cobra eyes and imagine the perfect summer day, this is what we see. A midwest love letter, a daydream of kiddie pools, and mexican beer. Captured in a single take.”
¡Que bromantica!
