I lived in Fort Sanders while pretending to attend college at the University of Tennessee in my early twenties. One house I lived in was on the corner of 11th and Laurel. It is no longer there, but at the time it was a 3 story house converted into apartments, mine being the attic. It had sloped ceilings and a claw foot tub and you could climb out on the roof and yell obscenities at passer-bys with relative anonymity. My downstairs neighbor was none other than Rus Harper of Teenage Love and Neowizard fame, so needless to stay there were occasionally very interesting gatherings. On Saturdays the Big Orange wave of Humanity came crushing down on the Fort and our land/slumlord had a very bad habit of selling off our yard as a large parking lot. We were left to find parking the night before and hope our cars were not towed or carried away by gangs of hooligans.
Anywho, we had us a fine party this particular home game Saturday and were whooping it up on the front porch, hollering rather inappropriate things to pedestrians and their wives and their (sorry)children. After a threat of violence or two the party logically migrated upstairs to the attic and out onto the roof. I was always a little scared to go out there but braved it anyway. We looked down upon the sea of cars littering our normal hang out area and decided they were not nearly orange enough. So. After a short lived and half-hearted look around, we happened upon the orangest thing we could find: American Cheese. Really cheap American cheese-like food product to be precise, which flies remarkably well and makes a lovely splat when meeting a windshield with all the force the three story cheese free fall could muster. After the supply of cheese bombs was used up, we decided the best thing to do would be to leave for the day and seek comfort in the arms of friends outside of the upcoming impact zone of the horrors of baked on “cheese”.
Here are some posters by the way
Whenever I was a small boy, probably around 9 or 10, I had a black BMX bike with a motorcycle style seat on it. I think we got it from the Baldwin’s pawn shop where the par-T-Pub is now bu ti could be wrong. I rode it down a hill and launched myself perfectly off of a drainage pipe, flying through the air, completely out of control, until thudding into a tree. The trunk caught me across the chest and shoulders and gut and hips and knees and face and kidneys. I was maybe knocked out? No real way of knowing, but I was dizzy and half of my body was numb as I limped the mangled bike back home.
On a side note, here are some more posters, a lot of them glossy and soul-less but still kind of cool
So the other day i was thinking about when I was traveling with a children’s theater/magic show/juggling act kind of thing when I was 20 years old. I went all around a chunk of this country, a little bit of Canada and Mexico for a day. It was overwhelming really, as I had not been outside of good ol Tennessee that much. So many different cultures in such a short time, as we were often in a town for only a few hours before moving to the next show. I spent a week of vacation in Glenn Dive , Montana, mostly drinking beer and watching Bugs Bunny cartoons. I really want to revisit that little town.
Anywho, here are some more posters. We have entered the rolled up ones, so you may see a bit of the plexiglass i am using to hold them down while photographing them…Enjoy and , as always, feel free to offer huge sums of money for anything posted!
I remembered the less annoying way to share bunches of photos, much like how I remembered that Vick’s Vapor Rub does not work for pork butts. That barely makes sense, I’m sorry. Here’s some purty pictures
The rest are rolled up and will require a little work for photos, but enjoy the easy ones!
Greetings all from the foothills of lovely Tennessee! Once again my oddly indignant sense of self importance has urged me to share my thoughts with you, the glorious reader, so I will regale you with the details of dinner one night not too long ago.
It all started with the coupon book i gave the missus for christmas. Yep, i gave my wife coupons. Its a local restaurant passport of sorts with coupons and places for stamps to earn rewards and stuff and it came from the Metro Pulse and went to a charity that sounded awesome at the time although i now cannot recall what charity that is.
Anyway, we thumbed thru the passport and landed on Cazzy’s Corner just off of Northshore by the Pellissippi parkway. Here’s their website http://cazzyscorner.com/ It is literally on a corner so i like that. Corners are much more intersreting that curves, unless its lady lumps of course.
Anyway, THE GOOD: here are bullet points of the good.
- very polite and friendly hostesses. there were like 3 or 4 of them i so we were well hosted
- immediate seating. essential when the 2 year old is in tow, which she was
- TV’s and football galore albeit it was playoff NFL time and the Vols were playing b-ball. could be a bad for some but i like the sports on the talkie box
- crispy chicken wings cooked just right, albeit a little undersauced. i like using the word “albeit”
- 2 dollar pints of local beer #SawWorksChocolatePorter is that how the hashtag thing works? we used to play hashtag in college but it was a completely different game. not really, college is for suckers.
- my steak was yummy and cooked well…not well done but done well
- the mac and cheese: it seemed like they avoid the normal mac and cheese nastiness of precooked and held warm mushiness and used cooked noodles and a cheese sauce either freshly made or , at least, heated to order. it was very good. and i don;t really like mac and cheese. or cornbread. or sweet tea. yet somehow I was born in Tennessee so go figure. GO FIGURE IT OUT NOW I SAY! <off topic, sorry
and now here comes the BAD…(insert scary music here please HAL)
- one of the missuses side items was mashed sweet potato(e)s…they were served completely cold, as in “not warmed up at all” or “oops i forgot to nuke this” cold not “141 degrees is warm enough” cold or “i heated them too soon and they sat there for five minutes” cold
- the sliders my son got were, im assuming supposed to be like homemade krystals? they were thin and dry and the cheese looked awkward. put it this way: my son is almost 11, he is in the middle of a growth spurt and the onset of puberty, he can eat 4-5 servings of spaghetti, and he only ate ONE SLIDER, and he didn’t enjoy it very much…my question is this: why try to mimic a krystal burger? ..he did love the mac and cheese though
- 2 dollar kid drink with a 5 dollar kids meal for a 2 year old is a little steep.
- no booths, only tables. 2 year olds can be corralled in a booth. disregard this point if no 2 year olds are dining with
and FINALLY, the Meh!
- my mashed potato(e)s were probably really good when the were first made, but had gotten starchy and a little discolored from sitting. we were there around 7:00 on a saturday so i would expect them to be fresh
- the atmosphere was a little sports-bar-esque..albeit it is playoff season so i understand…i may change my name to Al Beit
- the plates were all rectangles…im very anti-shapism..i think of square plates as trays really
- took way too long to get a spoon….what does the Tick say? SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!
So overall, on a scale on one to ten i would give it a sports bar. Or maybe a 7. However I will also come back during a non-playoff-induced-frenzy time and see if the freshness of the food served keeps pace with the quality of it. I think the concpet and the recipes are sound and tasty as well as tasty and sound. Its also right next to a disc golf course which is always a plus in my book. You’ve read my book haven’t you? Its called “I Know Why the Caged Bird Poops”…its a pop-up book that teaches a lesson about caring for each other and the importance of friendship while enticing readers with the uplifting story of an orphans rise to the top of a brutal underground fighting league. and poop of course.