This weekend was kind of a throwback, to the days when I did this stuff as a matter of course. Those days were a long time ago — and generally confined to Athens — and to try to do it like I did back then would mean a Sunday full of agony. But, still: Two… Read More guinness, green, etc.
@ 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.
I was pleased this morning to find a copy of Tuesday’s show had already been uploaded at the Archive. If you’re so inclined, you can download your copy here. And, as an illustration of how shaky my 42-year-old memory can be, you’ll find a copy of the setlist below. I used to write these down… Read More setlisted.
Last night, presented in pleasing bullet form: The meeting that Mrs. Crappy was asked to cover turned out to be a waste of time; the board did nothing, and she didn’t need to be there. Carnegie Music Hall: Wow, what a cool old place. The library complex is huge, taking up an entire block and… Read More dark starred.
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.
Uncle Crappy 