When I was a young man, I was a prep cook at Lobster Roll. And as a junior prep cook, I was a terrifying combination of cluelessness and poor knife skills. Things took a turn.
A recent 30-second stint next to a lowered Honda at a stoplight prompted this piece on why my generation is the coolest generation.
$25,000 in prize money was up for grabs in the World Class Corned Beef Eating Championship in Palm Beach Gardens. I went, I saw, I almost reversed. Check out all the gnarly details (and world champ Joey Chestnut).
The Grammys always suck. Back in 2010, they sucked more than usual, with Taylor Swift butchering “Rhiannon” and the tribute to Michael Jackson.
My dictatorial ban list. Hint: books aren’t on it.