It's should be no shocker that cellphone use of any kind is prohibited. You don't call people during a movie, you don't text during a movie you don't update your Facebook during a movie etc... etc... etc... It's something only a self-centered idiot would do.

You go to a movie to well, watch a movie...

Filming or taking still pictures of a movie screen is amazingly a federal crime; not a misdemeanor like petty theft. You could spend time in a federal prison and pay $250,000.00 in fines per movie copied.

Not to mention when that little screen on your phone lights up, it pisses off everyone within visual range... The theater is for the enjoyment of a lot of people, try to be courteous.

Honestly, I haven't seen it yet, but I know it's going to suck.

I needed a indie Coffeehouse around work, but everything was owned or operated, or supplied by Starbucks in the area. Luckily there's Peninsula Coffee Roasting. While the name is kind of deceiving, as they do not roast coffee on site, they do get their coffee custom roasted and delivered fresh. Personally I was expecting the typical disaster I experience when I enter a modern independent coffee house, but was delighted when the girl behind the counter actually knew what an ounce was... Sometimes its the little things you know?

Ordered my standard 12oz. Double latte, the girl knew what to make, made it, and it tasted pretty good. This is a huge jump form the last dozen or so coffee shops I have visited in the last few months...

Met the owner and we shot the shit for a bit. Seemed like a pretty sharp guy, knew his stuff and had the fire only a real coffee house owner has. His ambitions are on the right track, and I can see this shop actually growing in the coming years.

Definitely worth a try if you're in the area. Hell its worth a try even if you're not in the area! Just happy to have my new "Third Place" on this side of my day.

If you're going to stroke your own ego and review yourself, why don't you give yourself the full 5 star?

Here' I'll give you that last half star... for your ego...

The only way to make a five star review written in all caps about your own event seem worth while, is to write a counter-review of an inverse nature and rating.

Wow. I think based on the writing style of the other reviewer there that they ended up going to a McDonalds and getting a McFish sandwich and called it "Fine cuisine"...

I respect the reviewer below's opinion, but please note that the inoculation given to the animals is never 100% and may in fact make your pet sick. It is pretty common for pets to have a reaction to the shot, sometimes as severe as acquiring one or more of the illnesses that the shot is trying to prevent.

To the service, sure, sometimes it's tough to remain human when answering the same question a million times, you tell me how non-machine you would be after having to say the same thing basically for a week, let alone a year or more. Not an excuse by any means, don't get em wrong.

From what the other reviewer said, this place seems like a hit! Nothing makes me happier than watching cute little girls that think they're special get pitied for exploiting themselves! In all honestly, Girls like that don't know any better because they are incapable of knowing better... They will always do stupid things and there will always be some bleeding heart to care, and some vulture there to pick at the carcass. Either way the Girls love the attention, and unfortunately don't learn from their mistakes.

If you have to type in all caps to get any message across, you fail at communication.

Seeing that you're the creator of the venue on this site, you also fail in that your website address you entered is in correct: http://www.avalonsacraento.com goes nowhere...

I'll help you out:

http://www.avalonsacramento.com

I hope that you are just a customer. Because if you were in any way affiliated with said nightclub, I'd be offended at your attention to detail, or lack thereof.

If you're the kind of person that uses Caps-Lock to make yourself sound more important, you're likely to be someone that has the tendency to stretch the truth. Either way, If you were in my restaurant and as big a douche as you come off here, I'd likely leave a hair or maybe 4,000,000 or so of my unborn children in your soup depending on how much of a douche you are.

If I am not mistaken, you happen to be the hulk am I right? Hulk smash keyboard to write review? Mayhaps you hit the keys so hard the only option was to come up caps?

I'd feel bad for any restaurant called "Tomatoes" right now with the recent Salmonella crap going around. I can just picture someone local that doesn't quite hear it right: "Oh my they found Salmonella in Tomatoes and people are getting sick!"

I give this place 5 stars. Few things I hate in this world are people that so much of themselves that they deserve special treatment wherever they go. For instance, Dog people that think it's their right to bring a dog into a restaurant, and people that bring extremely young children into movie theaters... THEY don't think their child's constant jabbering is affecting the crowd... But it is... And I give this theater massive kuddos for charging a full price. If I could have my way, any child under the age of 4 would have an additional service fee included, one comparable to the cost of a god damn baby-sitter! Be a responsible parent, and a courteous human being and leave your children with a caretaker until they reach an age where they are at the least self-aware.

I am half staring it because one of the reviewers here wrote in all caps and is obviously a douche, thus his opinion needs to be neutralized.

Have a nice day.

I have written 2 reviews for this company and neither stuck.

Volunter Park is everything. Its got a water tower you can walk up to the top and observe Seattle. Its home for the Asian Art Museum. Its also home to the Conservatory. The conservatory is particularly amusing to me because they have a section in it for "semi-tropical" plants, it literally looks like a model of my backyard here in Silicon Valley. Kinda creepy to be honest.

There's plenty to do here in general, and being on Capitol hill is really close to a lot of neat restraunts and cafes. But best of all, there's hardly a place in the entire pard where there isn't a view.

This place is cool to wander through. I hate Roses personally, well they way they smell, but it's still nice to see all of them in bloom and growing in such a nice arrangement.

My only gripe is that every time I been there, it seems like they've ripped half the place up and re planted it... I don't know if I just caught it at a bad time or something every time I went, but it was just a little wierd.

DEFINATELY take your wife of girlfriend here if you got one, its a spiffy little thing that would make them wonder about your girly gland.

I love looking at Tatoos and what people have decided is worthy of being permanently affixed to thier body. I went to this a long time ago, it's a great place to meet people and get some honest opinions on Tatoos. Especially if you got a kid that really wants one, its a great place to get informed on the techniques, and philosophies. There's one thing to have your kid just randomly get a tatoo, it's another to have your kid get a crappy one on impulse!

The people here will usually talk you through the philosophy of tatoo'ing and in general desuade people from making the permanent mistake of having a horrible image carved into their flesh.

A cute little "Tramp-Stamp" above your daughter's butt may even be prevented if they realize that they are just trying to express themself, adn are yet to know who they are to begin with.

Don't run from information. Goign here won't encourage people to get Tatoo's, that decision's already been made, it will only prevent people from gettign bad/cheesy tatoos.

The spectrum here is pretty amazing. You got High School kids trying to look thirty, you got thirty year olds trying to look like they're in high school, you got a decent smattering of bums here and there, and you have clusters of professionals screaming into thier cell phones.

If you want to be surrounded by life, this is a good place, but if you don't want to go deaf, try a quieter place. Between the people talking over each other, the roar of the fountain, teh occasional train behind the cafe, and the persistant traffic of El Camino only 30 feet away, this place is ear shattering; you're not safe indoors either as they tend to open thier glass walls to bring the outside in.

The food here is actually really good, but it is a bit pricey for what you get. The pipes from the kegs to the taps on the beer could use a good cleanign more often than they do as well. The espresso is HORRIBLE!!! They use Illy espresso, which is tantemount to using Folder's instant coffee...

I started this review with a four star rating, but the more I wrote the more I realized this place is a really nice place dropped in the middle of a shithole.

They are awesome! The meat is fresh and lean, you can see and taste they don't use the cheap stuff, and the vegetables are crisp and fresh as well. The sauce ingredients are perfectly balanced, and add tons of flavor without drowning your food in salt like other places. The staff is nice, and helpful, not to mention attentive, there was never a moment where my drink was low.

Cheap, easy, affordable, clean, and tastey. There anything else you could want?

Traveling accross the country a couple times by car, and having driven through texas a couple times I will say this, Austin Texas is Heaven. Good Cheap Beer, Excelent Texas Style Barbeque, Exceptionally Gogeous Women (Most beutiful I've ever seen), and Einstein Bros Bagels.
Maybe I was delerious, maybe I was starved, or maybe, they are quite possibley the best bagels in the united states.

Let me say one thing, if I think there's something I would want my girlfriend or wife to do, you'd better bet I'd be willing to do it myself...

So one night while I was driving I heard on the radio a pair of pornstars talking about thier lives, and how they both shave/wax thier bodies completely... And the lady says, "you will never feel closer that that."

At the time I had been seeing a woman, and had been asking the odd question or two about waxing in general, and the decision came up that we'd excommunicate the "short & curlys" from our holy bits.

I went to Nickel, and got the works, a pedicure, manicure, full massage, and of course, a good waxing in the happy bits... Everything was really phenominal, the staff was exceedingly professional, and the environment was very masculine yet inviting, comfortable.

The Waxing:
Since it was my first time, I had to be "picked" with is when they nail little areas at a time with the softer wax. It was pretty bad, but nothing I wasn't expecting, i mean, I am getting my hair ripped out after all.

Once my esthetician(Fancy word for hair removal guy) reached the point between the place where my lil swimmers are made, and where ex-food is released there came a strange reality, I was getting fully waxed and there are nerves there that not me, nor god knew existed. Things only got worse when the time came to release the crack of its squiggly tenants.
I am sure it was more benign than this, but if you'd picture this: a man standing above another man, holding a strip of fabric connected to the lower man's asshole and yanking it like he was starting a lawn mower, where I was said lawn mower... You'd know exactly how I felt. Now having that kind of thing happen to you is an amazingly religous experience, I kinda blacked out and saw God and Jesus chillin with Vishnu, Allah, and other gods and dieties; all of them were looking at me with that look only guys can give one another when they witness one of thier own get kicked in the testicles. As I lay there being pittied by several celestial beings, Odin looks at me, laughs, and with a jolly militant voice says, "Ha-ha, Now he's gonna do the other side!" then proceeds to send me back to the terestrial plan with a decent smack from Gungnir. I land back in my body, and my esthetician, while trying not to laugh, (aparently I was singing Opera in tongues while I was trancending reality) tells me to roll over.
As he's placing the strip on the other side of the "Valley of Culinary Death", my body gets kinda twitchy cause every movement in the room is a warning of impending doom. This makes things worse; he's laughing, I'm twitching yet still amused, and every time I move I pull out a hair or sixty, which makes me twitch, which makes me pull out more hair, which makes me laugh, which makes him laugh, and it ends in my new friend, whom has seem me in ways no other man has, trying to start the mower one last time... and start it did.

I can honestly say, there is no one better suited to handle men in that situation. Nickel Spa is full of experts in that field, and they know how to make the experience work for you.

And yes, you will never feel closer to your loved one, ever. I highly reccomend getting waxed.

When people are asked about Body Exotic, there's only two responses given, either people love em, or they hate em. Black and white, night and day.

Fortunately I have had the pleasure of seeing a "hater" first hand. She was a 16 year old dipshit that just wanted to get a hole in her body and complained about a piercing she got at another place that got infected.

The staff informerd her that they would not pierce her because she was a minor, and informed her that if she found a place that pierces minors to stay away, as they are probably hurting for cash and are going to likely be cutting corners in other places. Then after asking how her peircing got infected (Belly button) they proceeded to teach her proper proceedures on cleansing it, to which she grew irritated and assured then that their 10+ years of piercing experience was wrong... She then called them stupid and walked out.

Bil is the man. He's done all my piercings, and they are STILL there after over 10 years. Eyebrow peircings are notorious for rejection, and 10 years is considered an exceptionally long period of time. That's the kind of quality you get when you get it done right!

To note, Bil is also an expert in "alternative piercings" as well. After a long time of bringing him friends and having him goad me... I got my wang speared. It was part of a deal that I couldnt' back out of, as I had said the magical phrais "You get your nipples done, I'll pierce my dick." Who knew that 2 years later my bluff would be called... To be honest I made out better in the deal! Aside from the rare 18 hours of non-stop bleeding, it has served me exceptionally well!

To note, the only reason Body Exotic has not gotten their fifth star, is because they refuse to use higher quality jewlery. Most bay area Piercing salons use a company called Ananometal, which is local, and uses superior metals and techniques in production, like dimpled balls for larger guages, rather than dimbled rings. Dimpled rings run the risk of housing bacteria and actually 'micro-tearing' flesh.

I went to Mission City Coffee today, and had to come back here just to complain. I am very displeased with the service I got, and the lack of knowledge the employee possessed. I thin the fact that they screwed up a simple drink 3 times in a row says volumes.. And to add, I tink either they decided to give me decafe, or their coffee just tastes bland and flavourless now...

I worked in coffee for a long time, I even went to competitions and was a semifinalist in the national championships... I am humble however(lol) and typically am not a dick. If I get a drink served wrong, I think I am in my rights to ask for a new drink, and if I am given a different drink that's also wrong, I am again in my rights to request the drink I ordered and paid for. If I order a double 12oz. latte, it's pretty easy to assume I want a 12 ounce cup with a latte made with 2 shots. Not rocket science...

In more detail, I came in ordered a (verbatim) "Double 12oz. Latte and a paistry." asking if all the pastries are the same price. I was told they were. All was well. then I got my drink, it was a 16 ounce cup. And I kindly told her I ordered a double 12 ounce latte, to which she responded "yeah, that's a double." I asked her if I could get the drink I asked for and just get a "small latte with 2 shots". She then made me a single 12oz. latte... Now the easy thing here, is that she could have just added another shot, instead she got aggressive and remade the drink a 3rd time, boiling the milk, and giving me attitude. I thanked her and went on my way.

Looking back now, I am very glad the ATM machine was broken today, I was actually trying to figure out a way to tip before hand. Now I am glad I was robbed that pleasure. You make an Italian blooded man pissed to the point that they don't want to tip, you've done something horribly wrong.

Original Review:
That's not fair I know..

This place was my first job over 15 years ago. It was a decent and fun place to work, but I didn't agree with how they "baked" their beans. The roaster at the time roasted at too low of a tempurature for too long, resultign in "baked" beans. They tasted fine, but had hints of rancid peanut butter and wheat.

I hope that they have since improved. They must have, they're still there!

I learned not too long ago that teh original owners had also moved on, so that may have improved things too. Having Dad taking care of his two middle aged babies didn't lend to a successful business template.

Aside from the two bumbling idiot children, the rest of the staff was awesome! As is the location and environment. The food ain't too shabby either.

I don't get out much, but I was kinda impressed with this lil place. Parcking was close, and plentiful, and the settup seemed to have some decent potential, but I have yet to see any show here that packs the walls. Every time I been here, it seems like half the nightclub has been roped off.

I go here about once a week, and for good reason.

You can grab a good, well preserved cigar and smoke it right there or take it home and enjoy it. Either way you will be getting what the maker of the cigar intended you to get from their sticks, good or bad... but never due to improper handling by the staff.

The staff is exceptional, friendly and openly bias towards their favorate smoke, but with a reasonable knowledge of the differences between them to guide any cigar enthusist to the one that's right for them.

If you're here, and you're reading this review, you're obvioulsy lookign for a decent Cigar.

I suggest:
Tatuaje Cabinet (Brown Label)
Tatuaje Red Lable "mini" (4.75")
Ghurka Estate Select "Shaggy"

This is an interesting "compound"

The place is set up like a research facility, kinda creepy when it's got few people in it. Extremely Sterile.

There's quite a few Dog Kennels and a strange settup for the cats. I personally don't like how the cats are displayed. Picture a locked room you can't enter that has a wall of glass port-holes that you view the cats through. It seemed a little odd to me is all. I like to hear the kitties and let em grind their heads on my knuckles.

The staff here is really nice, and very casual. I was pretty impressed.

Compared to other pet adoption agencies in the area, this one costs nearly 150% more on average. If you want a cat, in most cases it'd be cheaper to just get a pure breed...

The staff is kinda "ho-hum" like they really don't give a shit, it's "Just a Job".

I been looking for a cat for quite a while now and have been to an amazing amount of animal shelters, of all them, this one is the absolute best. It's clean, fully staffed with some of the most friendly informed people you would ever meet. The animals for the most part are kept in clean, larger than normal, environments.

When you meet a pet you are interested in, you can take it to a special room and spend time with it before you take it home, completely stress and preassure free.

I do in fact have a lot of respect for the smiths, and what they have done to mold the genre. For me, there's one song that stands out so far and ahead of the rest, and to boot, is in the top 10 list in my heart: "Oscillate Wildly". That song alone is worth the four star rating for The Smiths. I know it's cheezey, but yeah, if you hit the right note, I am just as easy to please as I am to irritate.

In life there’s many paths one can go down, in the world of careers, there’s about four. If you’re one of the kids that’s good at manipulating people and following the game, you end up in an office, either that or you end up in an office and learn how to do said things. Have you the propensity towards blowing your paycheck on trophies like designer clothing and rubbing it in the faces of your peers, and touting your accomplishments whilst you are still far from weaned off your mother’s breast, you enter the world of sales. Have you respect for your family, or at the least a sense of honor strong enough to progress tradition, you ender the labor force. The fourth path is that of food service. Either you’re a complete moron and can’t get a job anywhere else and need to be stabbed in the kidneys, or you are looking for some kidneys to stab…

Anthony Bourdain is by no means a moron… As he states himself, he’s a rotten kid with a large vocabulary. But he’s more than just that. He’s the voice in the back of our heads that we all have, but are either too polite or too cowardly to voice. One would say such personality leans towards a bully, but bullies usually do their duties as a release of their own inadequacies. Tony does so to release others’ inadequacies…

“If some Birkenstock-wearing knucklehead driving around in a SUV and wearing sneakers someone was sold into slavery to make is sniffling about the poor animals, that person is clearly never going to experience the world.”

His life isn’t just about food so much as food has been a vehicle for him to live. He’s always been a proponent for exploration and finding the realities in life, which is why he gets the fifth star. To go into a zone with the understanding that you consume to local fare, and enjoy the culture, rather than try to find your own culture in a foreign place; I.E. you don’t go to Taiwan or Russia to eat at McDonald’s…

Hearing his talks, seeing his shows, and reading his books really gives you a nice metaphorical overlay that acts as a decent filter. The philosophies expressed are sometimes so blunt that the average person would just miss them, while others are so tongue in cheek that again the average person would not even see it. That being the case, the stories he tells are no less amusing. Aside from being a decent reference on how to progress through life at its roots in an honest way, he’s got enough actual experiences to just “tell stories”. Colourful disgusting stories about ungodly practices of other people and the things they decide to ingest… Hard to say what’s worse… Someone eating three year old fermented shark livers, or what goes on in the kitchens here in America…

Alton has done really amazing things for the public. He's taught us that understanding food really isn't hard at all, and he's done it in a nice, easy to learn humorous maner.

So let me get this straight...

Man makes a 30 hour Rap Opera that repeats the same 3 notes for thirty hours or whatever and babbles mindlessly telling the story of a man trapped in the closet?

Trapped in a closet eh?
Hmmm....

And he likes to piss on 12 year old Girls...

PLEASE explain to me how this idiot ever became famous?

Hard to say what to think of them...

They were a really defining band for the genre... and still are... but... Recently... They turned into a bunch of pussies...

Dot Dot Dot

They still get a 4 star rating for having an awesome set of albums and for molding the industrial scene into what it is today, and for that I thank them. However if they are taking industrial music to where they are currently going I will be a sad, sad panda... I NEED MY HARD ANGRY PAINFUL "KILL THE FUCKING WORLD AND FUCK IT'S CORPSE WITH A ROBOTIC DILDO" MUSIC!!!! Gimme my old FLA back god damnit.

To the Four stars that are left:

FLA is laden with grinding vocals and techno-steam powered instrumentals that really activate that portion in your mind that instinctively understands how to program the clock on your VCR. There's a diving force in all of us that wishes to succeed and create tools and progress through their use, may it be through constructive or destructive means, FLA is the anthem for the part of us that that forgos moral and ethical boundaries for cold mechanized efficency.

The only good thing to come out of GnR was the smell of Mike Patton's Shit cooking in their microwave.

GnR makes me flacid. It angers me that there was a time in history where that rabid chihuahua of a human being, Axle Rose, was considered a "singer". If you ask me, I think an "axle rose" is a euphamism for an animal that got stuck on a car after getting run over. Which coincidentally is exactly what his voice sounds like....

God I wish he and his lame ass band overdosed while they were still an opening act.

There's very few things in this world of true quality. Mike is one of those things.

He is not a man, he is not a human, he's what happens when you combine the DNA of an opera singer, punk, 40's crooner, several powertools, and a kiwi fruit.

If you want to have sinatra sung better than sinatra, or Ozzie sung better than Ozzie, or you're just interested in what the sound a pair of rodents of any species, two 12mm wrenches, and a lemon sounds like in a blender that's being tossed into a wood chipper with a cow, a duck, and 3 siamese cats in heat sounds like... This is your guy, he'll do all that while washing it all down with a nice healthy slurp of piss from his own shoe, and repeat it in any key...

Really glad Mike didn't burn out or go druggie suicide like so many artists, and I hope he continues to produce more and experiment more. Now he's doing opera, F'ing Opera! And when he's not working with any of his 5+ bands or music projects he's busy gaming it up, or hell adding his voice to games... I have come to the conclusion that He doesn't sleep.

Five stars, if I could go Higher I would. I've rarely in my life reviewed anything close to a five star rating, I take little reviews no matter how hidden or irrelevant they seem very seriously. This man is a guy that defines the uper end of so many scales, and should set an example of what's possible to accomplish in ones' life.

First, yes, one star, that's for the show....

So I was sitting at the now defunct Coffee Society one evening and saw a sight I had never seen in all my life. I have drank myself blind on occasion and seen many friend run full tilt down that dark road of pain and esophageal torture known as binge drinking, but what I saw this particular night puts anything you’d see even at your heaviest frat party to shame. A man in his late 30’s early 40’s steps out of Hobee’s and seemed pretty normal on exit, no swerve, no signs that anything was wrong or that he was intoxicated in any way… Took two steps and proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach in front of him and slightly above at such a high velocity I could only assume that he had swallowed some kind of small explosive. I surmise from what I saw, that the obvious conclusion was that this was some industrial terrorist created by Microsoft that was suppose to blow up next to some competing company’s president. Vomit exited this man’s body in such quantity and speed he cleared the space 2 steps away from Hobee’s door to the handicapped parking spaces across the driving path, approximately 25 feet or more.

Now, if you were in my shoes and saw a man walk out of a restaurant and saw the horrid things I have seen, would you want to eat at said restaurant? I didn’t think so…

Being a regular to that side of town I also know the dark little secrets of the inner workings of Hobees, I know there’ have been repeated sightings of dead rats drowned in the water under the salad bar. And their grease trap is constantly clogged and emits a fume that would make any person projectile vomit. It’s sad when you realize you’re use to the smell…

All and all the place has always been a “red zone” in my book. The managers also do not like to treat anyone younger than 70 with any respect. And this is right across from a college…

If not for the mice, the sewage backing up into the kitchen on a bi-annual basis, the numerous roaches, the rude service, the projectile vomiters, the 3 or so people a hear hauled off in an ambulance, or the smell. I’d say this place was OK at best…

I find the name for this event to be in direct contrast to the sponsor.

A group based on the worship of an imaginary friend having anything like "Keep it real" as a title is as insulting as this comment.

Talk about "Good things come to those who wait"...

The Espresso drinks here are exceptional and prepared in the Neo-Traditional Seattle Style.

There's a few things I love about his place that are worth noting:

They train the employees.
They train the employees..
They train the employees...
If they mess up on a drink in any way they remake it, and they ALWAYS see the mistake in their product before you do. I can say I doubt they get any returned drinks, ever.

The only part that's of fault is thay the Baristas are typicaly really slow. By really slow I mean ReeeeeeeeeeeeeEALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLllllllllllllllly Slow. It can take up to 5-15 minutes to get your drink at times, that's like 4 drinks an hour...

Maybe I am just twitchy and time seems slow when I don't have my drug... But I been across the country and back and seen the level of quality these guys offer at a rate closer to 4 drinks a minute.

The Drip coffee here is amazing, as are all the snacks, beans, staff, and ambiance. Everything is great about this place, except the espresso bar. The milk comes on lattes looking like worn out packing material, and tastes kinda stressed, like it had been steamed about two too many times, and the espresso is pulled way too quick with an exceptionally high volume of water, they may as well just use the drip coffee in the espresso drinks, it'd probably improve the quality considerably. To note, the espresso is generally pre-ground here sitting in the grinders' hoppers waiting to be served, that drives me crazy.

Gotta say, when it comes to espresso less is more:

Per Shot:
1oz. - 1.5oz. From 8-9 grams of freshly ground coffee, brewed for 25 seconds at 195ºF and 9 Bar.

You'd be doing yourself a favor by going traditional rather than falling into the same "American Style" that's ruined coffee here in the states.

For awesome drip coffee, come here, for real espresso drinks, go to Barefoot Coffee.

This coffee shop use to be like a little chunk of Bohemian society in the middle of the neighborhood...

Now it is a delapidated rat nest with a layer of grime 3mm thick on every surface, including the food. Some of the cakes and stuff look like pieces of masonry, and every time, like an idiot, I try to eat something only to bite into a stale chunk of remarked/overpriced cosco food...

Just looking behind the counter I can see what could easily be more health code violations than I have fingers on my hands.

If you like your coffee old and burnt, prepared by some disgruntled highschool kid that doesn't wash thier hands after rubbing the snot off thier nose, this is your place...

Joe's is old school. The fare is perfectly done. A tad bit pricey and no matter what I feel under-dressed.

Even though there's a moderate price associated with the place, the food is worth every penny. It's nice to see some eateries still understand there's these things called "Spices" and actually use them.

Don't know, is this a elaborate theme resturaunt for cats that I accidentally ate at? Every dish I ate had some wierd fish flavour to it. And service was exceptionally slow.

Not going to waste my time writing any more on this... I feel sick thinking about what could have caused that horrible taste...

You know, sometimes I wonder if he’s all satire. I mean, no one could honestly be as ignorant as Mr. Limbaugh here is… It’s just not humanly possible.

Not sure what scares me more, that Rush has a radio show, or that Rush has people that believe in the stuff he spews over the airwaves.

However if you ever actually listen to the show, he doesn’t really “Say” anything… He just makes broad inclusive generalizations that are typically baseless. On that, he usually argues ad hominem about people he disagrees with. That’s a tactic of the weakest nature and only feeds the weakest minds…

Not to mention Rush Limbaugh is a friggin junkie telling his listening public drug abusers should be given no mercy… I think he should suck it up and be a martyr to his cause. Poor guy is addicted to pain killers because of back problems… Probably due to holding the weight of the world on his shoulders… And he’s losing his hearing… If you ask me, he’s just got EXCEPTIONALLY selective hearing, or his head is so far up his ass he can’t hear anything.

Jerry Farewell is dead… Only a few more of these closed minded oral diarrhea spewing flatulent gasbags left in the world. Kinda nice there’s not many to replace them. Hmmm… With rush getting older and no one to replace him, you’d think he’d have droves of ignorant followers right? Yet those Victorian relics are nowhere to be found… Maybe there is hope…

Cake is what happens when a no talent act gets absorbed into the mindless droves of pot smoking teenagers whose aural depth extends only one knuckle deep in their ear canal... Cake's bland slow monotonal drone appeals to the masses due to its sheer simplicity.

I hear Cake's music and take note its popularity, I cringe a little knowing that the cult that fosters their existence is large enough to sustain them.

If singing about nothing is the new wave of music, we're doomed. I find more meaning in nursery rhymes...
Then again, maybe I just don't "get it". It's all subjective right? Maybe I just don't smoke my body weight in miscellaneous drugs and replace my liquid content with an equal amount of alcohol to "get it"...

Well my little mindless Cakeheads, enjoy filling the pockets of those record companies! It's what you're there for!

I think I coulda got a less crispy steak from the firey pits of hell.

Normally I don't complain about my food. I grew up a normal child that was greatful to be fed. There's no pain like starvation and no humiliation like having to eat fast food, or something out of the microwave... But last night some wires got crossed in my brain by the "food manglers" at Gordon Biersch, the end result is something unfavorable.

While I will admit the Mashed Potatos were good, everything else was exceptionally bland and lifeless. I could have gotten more action out of a microwave dinner... But the piece that subsequently lead to this review was that horrible piece of flesh they threw into some kind of kiln for 30 minutes between two 20lb. steel plates and snuck on my plate in place of a new york strip steak. Pitch black on one side and a cross-hatch of grill marks on the other that must have been from the searing hot press they used to squeeze all the meat juice out of the poor piece of meat.

I dont' think i will be "Eating" there again. Sure I might pop in for a beer, but it really steps down to "Bar Food"... I expected more.

I hear Radiohead and I get two things that pop up in my head:

1) I see whiney teenagers that grow into adults that complain about everything, surrounded by overly-agreeable friends. These guys who're so "fed up with the pains of society and the corporate machine that is enslaving us all". While in the same breath they use to explain how anti-starbucks and socially proactive they are they talk about the latest TV shows on primetime, and suggesting they go for a burger at one of the ultra-corporate fast food mega-chains...

And…

2) That guy on the college campus that is so "Sensitive" and "Understanding"... But is just out looking to get his penis wet on some vulnerable easy young girl that wears her emotions on her sleeve. Sure he's got a guitar and can play every Radiohead song from memory, but when was the last time they actually said something that was originally their own thoughts and not some formula panty removing statement that has been refined from years of marinating in the same shallow empty sexual sociopathy they been soaking in since the first time they got bored of someone that wasn't themself...

Enough about Radiohead's fan base that I see and have to put up with on a daily basis. Let’s move on to the actual "music".
This is the perfect example of the rot that's in the music industry. Radiohead drones and whines their way into the pop scene being so "deep" and "experimental". To me, they are a pile of whine backed by a chorus of steel and cellophane being shredded by rusty antique machinery that's about six centuries overdue for a good oiling...
I think I could do better. Like Radiohead, I have absolutely no skill in singing and playing instruments, but I am sure with a consistent supply of hammers I can hit my feet enough and record whatever comes out of my mouth...
Whaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaa! I'M SENSITIVE AND DEEP!!!! My feet bleed from the hammers produced by the oppressors of society!!!!

Hmmm... I think I am on to something here...