5 Guys Peanuts: The Silent Killer

Yet again, the BREEDERS fuck shit up for the rest of us. Behold this Brooklynian post from Pastoralia :

So I was in 5 Guys last night to pick up a nice hamburger for dinner and I noticed that the cardboard boxes which used to house their tasty peanuts had been replaced by a little pickle barrel with a lid.

A sticker on the barrel said (I'm paraphrasing): "Please do not take peanuts or peanut shells out of Five Guys, children in the neighborhood have peanut allergies."

Angry Park Slope Parents support post in 3...2...1...

(via Brooklynian)

Hot Diggity Dawg

Seriously, people: you need eat more fucking hot dogs. They're cheap, they're delicious and its the right thing to do:

"Over in Park Slope, where Tarek Elhashash pays $47,250 to operate two hot dog carts at Prospect Park, business is down 30%. He tells the News, "The same customer who used to come to me and spend $10 on two hot dogs and two drinks and an ice cream, now they get one ice cream and they split it."

(via Gothamist)

Et Tu, Mister Softee?

I know that Spring is officially here because the much hated/loved Mister Softee truck has started staking out the corner of 5th street and 7th ave.

It's hard enough to suppress the urge to drink myself stupid or spend $30 on expensive take out after a hard day of work, let alone force myself to go to the gym...but add a strategically placed Mister Softee truck in the mix and it is fucking doomsville for me.

I had my first cone (chocolate with rainbow sprinkles) yesterday. It was $2.25 and I had $2.20 in my pocket. I was about to dig for the nickel in my bag, but Mister Softee told me not to worry about it.

It's a fucking recession and business is so good for Mister Softee that he can arbitrarily refuse nickels.

You rat bastard.

See you all there tomorrow after work.

Why In The FUCK Hasn't Anyone Invited Us To This???

A Park Slope Pork Off!

(via Grub Street)

Buffalo Soldier: Wing Off #1

Your very own Buffalo Soldier is a product of Buffalo, New York, the home of abandoned factories, national sports teams who seem to have a stranglehold on the “runner up” category, and perhaps most notably, the very place where Buffalo wings were invented at the fabulously divey Anchor Bar.

My quest for a little slice of home in Park Slope is something I don’t take lightly, so I’ll be presenting you with a series of wing offs as I eat my way through the Slope looking for the best of Buffalo.

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