The first episode of the Eating With Henry podcast has arrived! A big thanks to Carl Vellotti for calling in from Los Angeles.
“You might be getting married. You might have bought a new car. You might have won a Pulitzer. But there’s a whole bunch of Tupperware sitting in my fridge, bitches. Try topping that.”
The internet, as you are probably aware, is overrun with superlatives.
So please pardon me when I say that Janjou Pâtisserie is absolutely the best bakery in Boise.
On Saturday I attended Boise State’s destruction of Connecticut, and I took a moment at halftime to check out the stadium food options.
I recognized most of the vendors from games past. But I also discovered something new and delightful: a pizza cone stand.
Seeing this stand caused a brief internal struggle. It went something like this:
ME: It’s after 10pm. Should I eat something called a pizza cone?
MY COLON: That’s gonna be a no for me dawg.
“Earlier I said these mozzarella sticks taste like garbage. I would like to amend that statement. They taste worse than garbage. I would prefer to eat garbage, because then there would be the chance I would get to eat a bite of something good someone started to eat but couldn’t finish, or paper.
The water outside TGI Friday’s is black now.”
Caity Weaver’s 6,000 word account of a day spent at TGI Friday’s is an effort in clickbait worthy of Dickens.
The gyro, a Greek variation of a Turkish innovation, is one of the greatest meals known to man. Last week, I assembled a panel of “experts” (opinionated college students) to determine, once and for all, who makes the best gyro in Boise.
Yesterday, I was walking along in downtown Boise, and I thought to myself: I want an alarmingly large pile of meat, rice and beans, but no restaurant serves that. And I felt a little bit sad.
But then, at that very moment, I turned and saw a sign pinned outside El Gallo Giro on Main street. It said that they serve all-you-can-eat Mexican food for $9.43 on Tuesdays.
And it was Tuesday.
Take that, atheists.
A few concluding notes from my lovely family vacation in Seattle:
Chowder Is So Very Good
In the span of 48 hours, I consumed 52 ounces of chowder—equivalent, unfortunately, to 1.73 big gulps. Was it great for my digestive system? No, it really wasn’t. Did I love every second of it? Yes, yes I did.
My food writing recently took a timid step beyond the blog when I wrote about school lunches for Boise Weekly’s back to school issue.
Can you guess the three most popular lunches among Boise students?