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If you’re celebrating St. Patrick’s Day this weekend, I have one handy tip: Right: Wrong: Y’all have fun.
If you’re celebrating St. Patrick’s Day this weekend, I have one handy tip: Right: Wrong: Y’all have fun.
@ The first-ever Mrs. Crappy Weekend was an unqualified success. We had a relaxing Sunday, the highlight of which was a nice breakfast at First Watch in Cranberry with Woy and (surprise!) Father Spoon. And then there was napping and work (for me) and leisurely shopping (for Mrs. Crappy). She was more than sufficiently cheered… Read More success.
When the guys who own the Penn Brewery announced last year that they were looking for a new home for the restaurant — and shipping off their brewing duties to the Lion Brewery in Wilkes-Barre — my gut feeling was that we’d never see Penn brewed in Pittsburgh again. I am very happy to say… Read More staying home.
WHEREAS, Mrs. Crappy, the wife of the proprietor of this blog, has had a kind of miserable week; and WHEREAS, Mrs. Crappy was forced to endure the destruction of her family homestead by fire on Sunday night; and WHEREAS, Mrs. Crappy was screwed out of attending a concert by Dark Star Orchestra on Tuesday because… Read More proclamation.
What we learned at tonight’s Iron Chef Point Breeze Crabcake Cookoff: Kim and I are both pretty good at this. We’re still not quite certain, but it appears I won the battle, which will get me a growler of something from East End — Black Strap, most likely — when we get around to it.… Read More no losers.
A bit later today, I’ll find out whether my butt can cash a check my big mouth wrote a couple of months ago. I’ve already taken you through the details of how Iron Chef Point Breeze came to be; today is the big day. I have two pounds of luscious jumbo lump crab meat in… Read More chef crappy.