1. It’s cold.
2. The lame-o Bank of America protesters were back. This time they had witty Christmas tunes that were anti-Bank of America due to their funding of “immoral mining practices.”
3. The Bank of America protesters got in a fight with the bell-ringing Salvation Army folks. It was a musical fight for prime real estate. Salvation Army lost.
4. Did anyone see that ginormous truck outside Christian’s? You could barely cross the mall.
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i’ll tell you what i noticed about lunch. i noticed that the crew at baggby’s, who have been writing my name on that brown paper bag at least once a week for almost 4 years…still don’t know my name. it’s parlie, for fuck’s sake. come on.
had just the opposite experience - was away for several years, and when I got back, went into Baggby’s and Mike immediately said “Hi Oy, Pueblo Chicken no onions?” True story. Except for the “Oy” part.
Of course, I went in there almost every weekday for 5 or 6 years (You don’ t get to 300 pounds by hitting the Blue Ridge Market salad bar…)
bucket man was playing a particularly fast-tempo tune on his harmonica. cafe cubano must have made extra strong coffee today or something.
I’m giving my full report on beer and cupcakes tomorrow.
I mentioned this to a friendly baked goods brigader, but I’ll toss it out here as well. Next time somebody feels like doing an intensive review of a local food, how about best milkshakes?
Granted, this is not logisitically easy, or really apropos the time of year, but I do enjoy a milkshake.
Do you want to volunteer?
I know someone who did extensive research and determined that Chandlers (not the bakery, the ice cream hut at the base of Pantops) has the best banana milkshake in town.
I’m not a milkshake fan, but tried one with her and it was extremely good.
The old Blue Moon had good shakes. Not sure if this incarnation serves them. Jak’n'Jill’s has pretty good shakes.
Although the owner of J’n'J’s refused to break my ten so I could tip for a pick-up order. He was oddly mean. I haven’t been back since.
Also, why the f won’t B-yo post anymore? He and Lulu Eightball are the funniest things in this town.
Do the “Mall-Stars” (copyrights to Parlie) get paid to perform out there other than the tips that I don’t put in thier hats? Harmonic/bucket guy didn’t even have a tip jar/bucket/hat/case. If he thinks I’m gonna interupt his 5 hour song to give him my bank receipt, he’s got another thing coming.
and…this was wierd…one of the performers last week was a guy that typically plays Carytown in Richmond.
he’s the bucket man, he doesn’t need your money.
on the other hand, the loudest flautist (who hasn’t been around in awhile) needs all the help he can get.
I haven’t seen the bantard (that’s a banjo with a guitar neck being played by a retard) in a while either.
dude i’m the bantard. that’s fucked up.
what’s fucked up is that you can’t even finish three blind mice on that thing. Come over and I’ll teach you on my recorder.
i used to kind of wish i wanted to stick up for gobbler. i don;t have that problem any more.
that’s not the point though. the point is that the heady hotdog man, aka hamdingers, has the best lunch on the mall. it’s cheap, and it’s mad heady. i think his bacon wrapped dates are a bit pricey but i’m willing to let the guy have his money maker as long as he keeps me in organic chicken, sausage on a crunchy roll, and free suateed veggies. with spicy mustard.
suck it, gobbler.
ACK, the flautist. I have relocated mid-lunch because of him showing up nearby and raping my ears without lube. He’s terribly annoying, not a very good flautist, apparently knows about 2 songs, and really the flute doesn’t lend itself very well to busking.
Please, Mr. Flautist, go somewhere else to annoy people.
On the plus side, he encourages me to tip the other buskers, if only to help them keep coming back and hopefully crowd him out .
Thank goodness Moon River guy is gone. I was scared away from the patio at Ten for months because of him.
I don’t miss that flute-playing minstrel either. Late last summer he panhandled me, saying, “I need the money for a trip to Vermont.” My retort was “I’ll only contribute if you can promise that you’re going there for BAND CAMP!”
This one time, at band camp. . .