A Break-Up Letter

A Break-Up Letter

  Dear Marben, Let me just start by saying that you’ve been good to me.  Ever since we met last year, I’ve loved you with total reckless abandon, blogging obsessively over you, showing up at your door flush-cheeked an embarrassing three times a week, eager and willing and unconditionally supportive, even if you did make me(…)

Who You Calling An Animal?

Who You Calling An Animal?

God, I love burgers.  I love them every which way.  I love beef burgers, chicken burgers, bison burgers, halibut burgers, turkey burgers, even the occasional veggie burger as long as it’s topped with cheese and bacon.  I cannot for the life of me think of anything more satisfying than a big juicy burger on any(…)

VEGAS, BABY! My Top 5

VEGAS, BABY! My Top 5

So I got to thinking the other day.  Which never bodes well for anyone.  But it occurred to me in a moment of pure debauchery walking through the casino floor at the Bellagio in Las Vegas, having just had yet another blockbuster meal while clad in nothing but the best that what in hell was(…)

Actresses Be Crazy

Actresses Be Crazy

Remember that time I said I was a creature of habit? Well, I wasn’t effing around.  Especially when it comes to food. I know what I like, I know what I need, and lord help your teeth if you’re going to try to tell me otherwise.  Unless you’re my friend Lanners. I met Chelan “Lanners/Lan-Lan/Lannakin(…)

The Aristocrat vs. JBS

The Aristocrat vs. JBS

This is Oliver. Oliver’s our latest edition to the ATBIMS clan (it’s my blog and I’ll Nicki Minaj reference if I want to). He’s from the UK, “da Lake District, dahling,” to be specific, so he says things like “courgette” instead of zucchini and “dear me”, not ironically like we do. He likes a not-too-dry(…)

Judging A Book By Its Cover

Judging A Book By Its Cover

So this one time, on a rainy Friday night when we were sick of all of our usual haunts and had exhausted our free drink quota from our favorite bartenders, The Wives decided to do a blind wine tasting. We bought a bunch of bottles at various price ranges, hid the labels, and then judged them based(…)

A Plea for Ki

A Plea for Ki

There’s a short list of things that make me really sad.  An empty wine fridge. A bad massage. Flying coach. Ben the Bachelor. High wasted jeans. Oh, and genocide. But something I find a real crying shame?  A really fabulous, totally delicious, completely empty restaurant.  It’s just not right.  I don’t know why a restaurant(…)