
After you eat a big greasy meal, it feels really good to wash it down with some hot tea. Not only does it do the Liquid Plumb'r thing on your food pipes but it helps settle your stomach and prepare for the next onslaught. Just remember: tea is key.
Somewhere between science and not science lie Findings.
Right as I was buying this I thought, this is the slippery slope, isn't it? This is it, people. But you know what? Sometimes going cheap is OK. Woodbridge is not fancypants. It is not cool. But it doesn't taste like piss either. In fact, it's easy-drinkin'. I don't really need to drink expensive wine at home in front of the TV. Woodbridge is not sophisticated, but neither is my palate. Plus, it's 2X the tipsy for the money. And that's math you can take to the bank!
So you're out with 8 or 12 people for somebody's birthday or some similar occasion. Someone raises a glass to toast the birthday person, a lovely gesture that focuses the attention of the group and sets a festive mood. Then it goes bad. Somewhere along the line Raise, Toast, Clink, Drink has turned into this elaborate mess where everyone feels that they have to touch the glass of everyone else at the table. So what are we talking about here, 72 individual clinks? Sure, you can knock off 5 or 6 in the first cluster, but then the over-under, oh-did-I-get-you, reach across the apps extravaganza begins. And then you got the guy at the end of the table that feels the need to get up and walk over to the opposite end. Throw in the look-into-everyone's-eyes-as-you-drink thing and by the time you're done your beer is warm or the best third of your martini is dripping from your elbow. There must be a better way.
Gestalt is a new bar in the Mission, on 16th between Valencia and Guerrero. It advertises Beer, Brats, and Bikes. That's like, say no more. I am there. But to make a long story short, we go check it out and they're kind of jerks to us.
You always have this running monologue in your head. It goes something like this: oh if i go to the gym and work out that will be great i think maybe pilates today and then some cardio and stretching oh wait are you going for a drink maybe just one and then okay one cigarette and one pizza. fries too, yeah that would be great. well if everyone is staying for another one I might as well. sweet. The next morning at work, your throat hurts from smoking, drinking beers innumerable, and shouting at the top of your lungs, even though it was dead quiet in the alley you were getting wasted in and you're like, I am a total dumbass. Wouldn't it be better to just embrace your demons? Know thyself, I say.
