Alas the day has come, the birth of the 40th President of the United States of America. Yes, on this day 98 years ago Ronald Reagan, the Republican mastermind behind the end of the Cold War, the War on Drugs, and Reaganomics was born. Feel free to check out the wikipedia page.
As Blagojevich continues parading around the television circuit pleading his case and making Illinois look more foolish by the minute; I find some solace in knowing we are not alone as far as embarrassing gubernatorial politics.Â
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I couldn’t really find anything to post about today; I was going to put something up about this art history website or this cookie monster cupcake. That is, until I stumbled upon Eat Me Daily dot com. I read a lot of music blogs and hope that food blogs are not going to be a new obsession. Tv and commercials decide what I eat: I went to Chilli’s the other night cause I was hungry and their commercial came on. I sometimes go to Taco Bell if they advertise about a new burrito. I get excited about restaurants from Check, Please. So I don’t need the internet to tell me what to hunger for also.
I don’t have cable here at the house, so Top Chef or Ace of Cakes or Anthony Bourdain can tell me what to eat either. But Anthony did slip through the cracks through a post on EatMeDaily.com talking about a place in Chicago called The Silver Palm. They eat a sandwich called the Three Little Pigs Sandwich, which is smoked ham, a breaded pork cutlet, two strips of bacon, and two fried eggs, blanketed in a thick coat of gruyere, all on a brioche bun. Try not to get excited about eating that (If you can get past Mancow being a tool in the video).
The Silver Palm reminds me of Kuma’s Corner, my favorite place to eat in Chicago. It’s a heavy metal bar that serves awesome food like the pulled pork fries, like the make your own macoroni and cheese where you have the option to add Bacon, Prosciutto, Andouille, Chicken, Roasted Red Peppers, Caramelized Onions, Sun Dried Tomatoes, Broccoli, Peas, Mushrooms, Scallions, or Sweet Corn, and burgers like GOBLIN COCK that has Bacon, Cheddar Cheese, ¼lb. Vienna Hot Dog, Tomatoes, Onion, Neon Green Relish, Sport Peppers, Pickles, Celery Salt Mustard or the IRON MAIDEN that has Avocado, Cherry Peppers, Pepper Jack, Chipotle Mayo.  Sorry to have to list all that. I don’t know how else to describe it’s awesomeness. They have a burger of the month that last month featured the #!@%¿ Blagojevich Burger that comes with bologna on wonder bread. Its $10.00, but the price is negoitable.
I know that I love documentaries. So when your done watching Viva and Jerry Beck’s Country Videos, you can go on over to Snag Films. It is a website where you can watch full-length documentary films for free. And if the half hours shows on Hulu aren’t enough of a time-suck, then you can check out The Times of Harvey Milk, Dig!, or What Would Jesus Buy. All you wanted to know about Alicia Keys in Africa, the Homeless World Cup, heavy metal in Baghdadand so on. Via PopCandy.
Anytime someone brings up a “great dive bar” to check out, there is almost always a sort of competition in which everyone knows some bar that is more of a dive than the next. Well, at least among the people I know. Anyways, I saw this post about photographer Matthew Scott, who put up a portfolio of some colorful pictures of locals he has been to. Anyone from Chicago or Milwaukee can probably agree that these are not dives. The only things that colorful in Murray’s are what come out of the Irishmens’ mouths.
I feel like Tracy Morgan in that sketch posted here not too long ago. Cause theres requirements to being a dive bar:
Does the bar have a pool table with a lean that only the regulars know how to work? Â Then it’s not a dive bar.
Does the bar sell scratch-offs? Â Then it’s not a dive bar.
Does the bar still have a cd jukebox? Is it broken?  Then it’s not a dive bar.
Does the bar have such a high nudie photo hunt record that breaking it is a matter of pride?  Then it’s not a dive bar.
Does it have shag carpeting on the wall? Then it’s not a dive bar.
Does the bar automatically turn to Inside Edition at 3:00 to get ready for Jeopardy?  Then it’s not a dive bar.
Does the bar get visited by “the meat man?”  Then it’s not a dive bar.