So before you lay your Gwyneth Paltrow air diet on me, think before coolly ordering the kids that third order of bacon. Continue reading
So before you lay your Gwyneth Paltrow air diet on me, think before coolly ordering the kids that third order of bacon. Continue reading
This backyard BBQ tribute comes complete with bacon appetizers, $1 ‘Gansetts, and some rad contemporary BBQ-themed artwork. Continue reading
My near-maiming brush with impromptu distance cycling, or: How I Learned to Ignore the Burning and Love the (Icy-Hot) Balm. Continue reading
You are in dire need of some Good, Real Jim Gaffigan at the Wilbur tonight. Continue reading
Yeah, yeah. We get it. You hate Valentine’s Day. Well, don’t just talk shit all day about how much you hate the commercialization, the sappiness, the vomit-just-a-little-in-your-mouth of the Hallmarkian holiday. Be pro-active with that hate! Take a hands-on approach. Head on over to Fuck Valentine’s Day at Bukowski Tavern, eat your goddamn onion rings, have a beer or five, and feel sorry for all those pathetic suckers in their doomed relationships, wasting money on someone who will never love them as much as you love this fucking bacon. No flowers, guaranteed. You know what goes great with hate? Cheese dip.
[Mon. 2.14.11. 1281 Cambridge St., Cambridge. 617.497.7077. bukowskitavern.net]
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