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22 May

Rating: 1 Swimming Pool

I love where Siena is situated. I would have never thought to come here, but my roommate suggested it one night and I was powerless to resist the call of pizza. The really nice part is that it’s only 5 minutes away from the heart of wilmington, and that difference feels like light years. I grew up less than a mile from Siena and anytime I come to the area it just feels like home (shocker!). Granted, when I lived near here there was a stab and grab looking gas station that sold boiled peanuts and possibly illegal guns, but all that is in the past. I rolled into the place, sat at the bar, and ordered up some tasty beers and grub.a

I didn’t see much of the place aside from the bar, but it seemed like a classy joint. Not too classy mind you, but the type of place where upper-middle class couples go to have a few too many glasses of wine and flirt with each other (and the much younger bartenders). I love older people when they get drunk btw. There is nothing funnier than a group of ladies grabbing the asses of and sexually harrassing 20-year-olds young enough to be their sons. All off of their 3 glasses of chardonnay. This brilliantly drunk 40-something sitting next to us at the bar remarked that our pizza made her want to “jump in and swim in it.”  We weren’t talking to her or anything, she just felt compelled to share her wine soaked wisdom with the world. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.

Glory be to this pizza. It was soft and crispy in the crust, greasy but not crazy with the cheese, and the sauce was pure magic. With some tomatoes. It was delicious. This pizza makes you realize how sub-par most of the pizza we eat is. This is the kind of pizza that makes you hate dominos for a couple of days, until the memory fades and your fatkid sensibilities take over. I could have eaten this whole pizza by myself, but I left room for beer and let the roommate have some. Grudgingly.

I want to go back and eat this again and again. This was one of the best pizza’s I’ve had in town and at $9 for a large cheese pie on Tuesday’s it’s a steal. And I’d also like to give a big fuck you to pete of ilmza as I move in on his turf. Suck it biiiiitch! I don’t know if I’d try anything else on the menu, but this year when I’m sitting on Santa’s lap, a pizza-filled pool, sponsored by Siena, will be me my request. Random wino lady can come too.
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Leinenkugel’s Sunset Wheat / Fat Tire Dig

4 May

This all started after an especially long week at work. I decide to forgo my usual choice of PBR and go for something a bit different. The Sunset Wheat I first tried at the now closed Old Chicago as a draft and loved. It is impossible to find on draft in Wilmington but every so often I lower my standards and get a sixer of the bottled kind. I considered getting an Arrogant Bastard Ale as breakfast for my surprise Friday off when I saw the Dig pale ale that Fat Tire has put out as its spring seasonal. I LOVED the Mighty Arrow spring seasonal last year and have been on the hunt for this new version this year. After buying another six pack of it I trotted home and enjoyed my spoils.


Sunset Wheat: This shit taste like fruity pebbles. It may sound weird, but it’s a combination that I feel in love with instantly. Might be too sweet but damn if I dont love it. I will say the draft version is more balanced and less sweet but the bottled kind is worth trying.

Dig: There was a very prominent citrusy and more specifically grapefruity flavor to this and boy was it dry. Awesome in a delicious spring way.

Both are well worth checking out though I will say after one beer the Dig’s dryness starts to lose it’s charm. I’m not a fan of dry anything so there’s that.



C-Street Mexican Grill

24 Mar

Rating: 1 DeLorean

I went to this C-Street because of some Restaurant Week deal. I’d heard some good things about it and have been craving “mex” food lately so why the hell not. I walked in and immediately liked that the ordering board was so plain. Basically, the menu consisted of burritos, tacos, quesadillas and nachos, with the choice of a meat filling. None of that El Cerro bullshit; 10 pages of variations on 5 ingredients. I was immediately drawn to the spicy chicken, but when my fellow diner staked their claim on the spicy chicken burrito I was forced into the nacho corner.

Right before ordering, said friend wondered out loud about a couple of smaller plaques next to the menu board containing a few extra menu items. After a quick glance I fell in lust with the ‘Catamaran’ and ordered it sans beans. I am totally biased against beans; I hate their mealy texture and mouthfeel. If pressed I will eat them but given the choice I prefer to go without. The guy I ordered from had apparently forgotten his glasses that day and had to recheck the ingredients list every two seconds but the actual prep was so quick I have no complaints.

I really enjoyed the fact that the ordering process was set up along the lines of Subway meaning any additions or on the fly switch ups are easily accomplished, which limits the fuck ups per order. Sucks when you’re the one making the order as screw ups are obvious, but sweet for the customer.  By the way, I hate Subway. They have ruined subs for the general public. You do not need olives, cukes, pickles, onions, green peppers, lettuce, tomato, jalapenos, banana peppers, and the kitchen sink on a fucking sub. Why bother even getting meat at that point? I guess their meat is sliced too thick and shit quality so it works for them, but note to the population: do not ask for every vegetable and then some at actual sub shops. They have decent meat and its flavor does not need to be covered up. End rant, on to review.

The Catamaran was spicy chicken, rice, sour cream, queso, jalapenos (fresh, not pickled), onions, cilantro, and either red salsa or pico de gallo. With a sparse sprinkling of chips and an added cookie and beer I was ready to head to Scromtown. My first bite was heaven. This was probably one of my top 3 burritos I have ever eaten. It was as if I had handpicked every ingredient for my own personal super-burrito. Everything tasted fresh and amazing and was basically an orgasm in my mouth.

After a couple bites I realized I had chips with no salsa but my friend found a weirdo-looking tiny salsa bar near the soda fountain. It contained two separate salsas; an average regular red salsa and a green citrusy creation. Both were pretty decent, maybe even into the good category. There was also a bottle of orangish sauce at each table. My buddy and I squirted it on chips to decipher it’s components. The best we could do was a lot of citrus, something spicy and a pronounced vinegar component. It was, however, delicious, and I wish I had discovered it before consuming over 3/4’s of my meal. On the way out I asked and the guy told us it was some some sort of  Mexican chili, pumpkin seeds, other crazy spices and cider vinegar. It’s made in-house and I fucking loved it. My friend wasn’t as huge of a fan, but if anything it’s worth trying because of it’s uniqueness. The chips were freshly made and fantastic, and the cookie was mediocre. Who cares about a cookie anyway?

I love this place. The ingredients are obviously fresh and made with love, it’s like what Moe’s should be. The only problem is that the whole time I was eating, I was comparing it to the the local Juggernaut that is Flaming Amy’s. It’s an issue any local tex-mex or American-mex fusion restaurant is going to have to deal with. The salsa wasn’t as awe-inspiring as Flaming Amy’s, nor was the list of ingredients and burritos as crazy and impressive. But I dare say that if we (god forbid) lived in a world without Flaming Amy’s, this might be the best burrito joint in town. On top of that, it offers less of a wait and much more easily customizable burritos.

The domestic beers were $2.50 which is a definite drawback, but with the smaller space I’m assuming they can’t afford people having a decent drinking session; their few tables were almost filled when I was there. It’s worth checking out and I will definitely be going back to get another Catamaran in the very near future. And for that reason, I’m ranking it 1 DeLorean, because I wish I could go back in time and eat that shit again right now. Also, Deloreans may not have been the best car ever, but they were still pretty fucking sweet.

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Guinness Foreign Extra Stout

17 Mar

Rating: 4 Bottles of Beer on the Wall

A timely update, no? Please excuse a brief foray into the beer abyss. And not just the beer abyss – we’re headed to the abyss of the beer abyss: stouts. You know, the scary dark beer that actually tastes good at room temperature.

My special lady friend told me to figure out a place to go for Irish Car Bombs when she gets off work. I agreed but instantly had my own thoughts on the matter. Why not just get some fucking Guinness and some minis of Bailey’s and Jameson? With this in mind, I went to Harris Teeter to accomplish step one. Only after I got home did I realize that Extra Foreign Stout is not Car Bomb material. Even though I love this shit, you really do need some nitrogen-blasted pussy-Guinness to make a real Car Bomb.

I say pussy-Guinness because regular Guinness Draught  is about 5% alcohol and this shit above is 7.5%. Also, though people often refer to the normal Guinness as breakfast-in-a-can  and look at me slackjawed when I chug pints of it like it’s water, Guinness is not as ‘heavy’ as people would have you believe. A 12-oz Guinness Draught is 126 calories. A 12-oz Budweiser is 145 calories. The Foreign Extra Stout clocks in at 176 calories, which isn’t bad considering it has 50% more boozing power than its 145 calorie cousin!

While I love Foreign Extra, I also know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. It has a definite resemblance to the Guinness Draught which America has come to know and love, but not much more than that. And while I love Foreign Extra, I also think maybe it’s just too simple as far as stouts go. Maybe that’s because Guinness kind of defines this category of beer, I don’t know. I’m not a beer historian, I’m just a drunk on his day off with nothing better to do than write this. I imagine beer brewers trying to put their stamp on the stout world using Guinness as a jumping off point:

“Tut tut, this tastes a bit like Guinness, now let’s add dried shrimp flakes and take over the world!” – Idiot von Shrimphoffer, Esq.

Foreign Extra doesn’t have the velvety, nitrogen-infused sexytown quality that the normal stuff does. It tastes a little like coffee, a little like chocolate and kind of has a burnt malty flavor. Mostly it tastes like stout. And alcohol. Because fuck you, buddy. If you want a wine cooler, drink a fucking wine cooler and leave the real stuff to the big boys, I’ve got work to do.

Four 11.2oz bottles cost $6.99 on sale; was worth it.


9 Feb

Rating: 9001: A Gut Odyssey

Man, everyone calls this place Firebellies and it really grinds my gear. Now that I have that out of the way, I’m writing this guest review because the real schmuck is in the parking lot sucking dicks or something. I mean how tough is it to write a review every now and then? It’s not very tough, trust me! I just drank 3 PBR and I’m writing a fucking review right now, so I should know.

I hate downtown Wilmington. Okay, maybe you love it, fine, fuck you. Oh there’s like art and music and shit and its pretty and stuff. Blah blah blah, fuck all that noise. As far as I’m concerned, the only good thing about downtown is getting shitlorded and pissing in public.

Recently I had some excess books I wanted to get rid of, so I forced myself to go to that land of abject loathing: downtown. I was gonna try to swap a couple boxes of old books at Old Books on Front Street for some store credit or a quick bathroom blow-jay. No-go on either count: the woman hiding underneath a pile of dusty books told me she had 3,000 books sitting around waiting to be sorted. Half of them were atop her very person at the time, or so it seemed.

I was thinking about going to Subway afterwards, but Firebelly blocked my way and the booze-vortex sucked me in. Thursday’s $2 PBR pint and $5 quesadilla specials were too much – I could not avoid this wonderful fate. Also I used to go to Firebelly constantly so there was the chance of a hookup on what already promised to be a cheap yet boozy lunch.

I don’t know why I got the beef version of this otherwise-excellent quesadilla. I don’t like Firebelly’s beef. It’s dry and it tastes stupid and it’s just kind of fucky all around. Their chicken’s often fucky too, and it costs extra. The steak is usually okay but it also costs extra. I really should’ve went with the veggie quesadilla, which itself is a bit shammy since it’s just sauteed onions and green peppers.

Even with the shoddy beef this quesadilla was pretty good. Everything else in it was good and the price is pretty compelling (on Thursdays). The PBR was your standard 16oz ‘pounder’ can – though I think sometimes it’s a 16oz draft. A fine deal at two bucks, so I had three. The mass of pseudo-Tex-Mexican barfood plus three pints was too much for my insides. Soon after returning to work I rapelorded the bathroom, in a glorious symphony of flatulence and shitulence. There was a line of people waiting outside the bathroom waiting to give me high fives. Or at least that’s what I assumed as I slapped them with my unwashed armfeet, or whatever they’re called.

This was not my favorite Firebelly lunch of all time, but it was still excellent in its own Firebelly sort of way. I love this place and always will. It’s tough to hate the bar where Steve Buscemi and Vince Vaughn got into a fight which resulted in Buscemi getting his neck fucking stabbed. That way outshines all the Kenny Powers scenes shot at Sh’boom Sh’booms, big time.
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