[Found , here, here and here. Top one is a morphed screencap of U.S. windchill temps as of 10PM EST 4 January 2018. Live map is here.]
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Posts Tagged ‘pizza’
The .Gif Friday Post No. 517 – Windchill Temps, Dog Balloons, 78rpm Pizza & Missing the Bus
Friday, 5 January 2018I ordered a small pizza with pineapple…
Thursday, 30 November 2017
[h/t Nate L.]
Cinco De Mayo Taco Pizza. Have at it.
Friday, 5 May 2017
Just showed this to the missus. Her response was, “Taco pizza, pizza taco. What’s the difference?”
[Found *urp* here.]
Pizza Subpreme
Wednesday, 28 December 2016
[Found here. Related posts here.]
[Update: Original image traces to a Reddit post from a couple years ago. Keen eyes noted that the pepperoni is underneath the cheese.
Sam’s Pizza, Sam’s Hamburgers, Sam’s Fries, Sam’s Beer, Sam’s Wine, Sam’s Coca-Cola and Mike.
Monday, 25 July 2016
While surfing the internest, I spotted the buck sign and my first impulse was “I want to go there.” Then I found what appeared to be related images, but I wasn’t sure if they were photos of the same place or where it was. On a whim I googled “Sam’s Hamburgers” and everything synched up.
Sam’s is a popular burger joint in San Francisco, the owner’s name is not Sam, and it was established in 1966. I read this review from 2013 and decided to include a visit to Sam’s on my bucket list.
Then I found this. Apparently owner Mike Shawa (nephew of the founder) passed away recently at the age of 70. Damn. That’s still young these days. The place survived the opening of a Carl’s Jr. down the street, so I expect it will survive this setback, too.
And it’s still on my bucket list.
[Some images above were found in here via here; others from here. Somewhat related post here.]
The .Gif Friday Post No. 393 – OmeletPizzaWave, Busy Street Scramble & Hydraulics Hop
Friday, 5 June 2015
Bachelor’s Bed & Breakfast
Thursday, 7 August 2014
[Found here.]
The .Gif Friday Post No. 293 – Dance Hard, Speed Trapper & Pizza Portal
Friday, 16 August 2013
Lo-Heat Slo-Baked Pizza
Tuesday, 11 June 2013
Reminds me of college. Three of us shared an apartment, took turns cooking and doing dishes. One guy always balked, never wanted to do the chores. We were pushing a rope.
Then came Spring Break. Scotty & I were done with midterms a couple days early so we left the kitchen duties for The Don, as it was his overdue turn to clean up.
After Spring Break, I was the first one back to the apartment, opened the door and noticed a significant change in our beer-soaked hovel. When I found the source of the aroma, the goop was so far gone it called me by name, flipped me off and dared me to move it. The Don had taken the stack of unwashed dishes, kitchenware, pots & pans, stuffed them into the oven, and left them to cook on their own for a few weeks.
Had the three of us not been bunking in the same room, I would have packed it all underneath The Don‘s mattress. Instead, I filled the bathroom tub with hot water and dish soap, unloaded the oven while holding my breath, and drowned the beast. Then I moved into my college girlfriend’s hovel to wait it out.
[Pro-tip: Never move into your college girlfriend’s hovel no matter how hot you think she is. Better to deal with the maggots in the wok.]
[Image found here.]
