So as you know, Tuesday was All Hallows’ Eve, or Halloween, as it’s called in the flyover. (jk lol.) After running some errands in the city, I stopped at a couple of neighborhood haunts (tee hee) and snapped a few photos.
But first I had some beers.
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So this is my kitchen. I know, right? Tiny, small, little, underwhelming. It’s why I don’t cook as often as I’d like. But hey, we gotta make do with what we have, no? And so the other night I pulled out the ol’ Crock Pot and vowed to make something delicious but simple: Screenwriter’s Chili.
OK, I see you’re hung up on the name, and we’ll get to that later. But here’s the thing — this dish is relatively quick, tasty, and, best of all, easy. I had a hankerin’ for it, and I was gonna prepare it. And in this post, I’m gonna teach you how to prepare it, too.
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“Make your vision so clear that your fears become irrelevant.” —James Goll
Earlier this year, I took time out to make a vision board. Yes, that’s right, a vision board.
For the one or two of you who have no idea what this is, a vision board is one upon which you display images that represent whatever you want to be, or do, or have in your life.
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So, instead of going to my usual spot — which, apparently, the entire world knows I frequent — I decided to go to a different spot to get drunk. This was cool because I got to meet a whole new strata of people, experience a different breed of bartender, and I was never in danger of “fucking up anyone’s money,” as some would say.
I made the trek to Do or Dive in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, the former home of a supposedly pretentious, Michelin-starred dining spot that had transformed into a hipster’s wet dream of irony and kitsch, complete with vintage beer signs, retro TVs with UHF dials, and a stuffed shark chomping on an old-school Budweiser can. I mean, the place’s mascot is a kerchief-wearing Frenchie named Poops — and she has her own oversize graffiti logo greeting you as you walk in. Continue reading “🍸 | So I Went to a Different Bar and Got Drunk and Had Fun”