There’s a rumor going around that I’m retiring from being the Beachcomber publisher in two years. I suppose it was fueled by the “Jay’s Retirement Party July 4, 2025” line at the bottom of the masthead (the box on the lower, right side of this page).
Free popcorn goes a long way in my book. A very clever amuse-bouche however, Baddeley’s Pourhouse is so much more than that. This place is really awesome.
As we wave goodbye to the July-long heat dome that damaged our air-conditioning bills, we bid a not-so-fond farewell to Congress, for the five-week period known as the August recess. But what a Congress it’s been.
Last Saturday night I was jarred awake from a deep sleep by my neighbor’s highly amplified music system, which was rattling my home’s windows with some sort of rap music.
I was reluctantly at the gas station again and noticed they sold sushi, among other things inside. Normally, I would take one for the team, however, sushi at a gas station? It is wrong on so many levels that the outcome of such a ridiculous combination can almost only lead to regret.
I cannot emphasize the importance of great mole sauce enough. It is a fine line to combine such eccentric flavors together, done poorly and a restaurant loses more than credibility, it loses customers.
There was a time when I thought there could be no greater pain than passing a kidney stone or giving birth, even though that later process has not been felt personally.
