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beer Beer BEer BEEr BEER!!! My inner frat boy is totally getting let loose on this one. Cat's out of the bag....I like beer, buffalo wings, Beavis + Butthead, and farting jokes might make me pee in my pants just a *little* bit. Don't tell anyone, mkay?

When I arrive in heaven (riiiight, like I'm going there), I expect it to be exactly like Studio Square. If it's not, I'm taking the elevator down south to the fiery pits of doom and gloom. Studio Square is everything I dreamed of and more. It's c… Continue

When Elvis talked about a hunka hunka burnin love, I'm pretty sure he had just come from Brasilianville Cafe and was referring to meat.

What do we want?
MEAT!

When do we want it?
MEAT!

I may be a small person (5'1" average weight, most of which resides in my T&A area....TMI?), but boy can I put away a house when it comes to food. Sexy, I know. And nothing screams "sexy" like a plate full of meat!

"What kind of meat?" you ask. Well, I'm so glad you did! From the meat man in… Continue

If you have never been to Sal, Kris & Charlie's Deli, I recommend that you run (not walk) there now. Grab an umbrella, throw on your wellies and go!

I had "The Bomb," whose name is slightly off putting, but don't be fooled-this sandwich is nothing short of food pornography. It is truly the Ron Jeremy of sandwiches-humongous and kind of ridiculous looking. When I unrolled The Bomb, it shocked me, as if I were Pamela Anderson seeing Tommy Lee's Penisaurus Rex for the first time.

"HOLY $#*… Continue