It's time to get festive! Here's the greatest drink in New Orleans, the Pat O'Brien's hurricane!Click the pic to make your own...the perfect antidote to the cold.
Happy Thanksgiving!
...is Part Three of a trilogy of novels by Matt Fullerty (American X Trilogy). The first is about infamous art forger and conman Elmyr De Hoyr, the second about thief, athlete and Princeton wannabe James Hogue, and the last is about...me, an "immigrant's tale"! Please see www.mattfullerty.com for my other biography / crime novels. Thank you!
It's time to get festive! Here's the greatest drink in New Orleans, the Pat O'Brien's hurricane!
Dear England, I am just about getting used to the grand ol' American tradition of...beer pong! Why did it take so long? I think it's because beer pong is only really available in a few DC bars, the ones scattered to the edge of town. But when you find them, boy, do they go all out!
So I never thought I'd spend $2.75 on a cupcake. But on Saturday I did - and well, it was worth it, if you like cupcakes that die in the mouth. Another sign of the small business entrepreneurs operating in the city. Check out all the crazy flavors at Georgetown Cupcake!
Only in America!

Columbia Heights has seen a lot of development in recent years, and now includes the Commonwealth Gastro Pub, a pretty upscale pad offering all your faves from Yorkshire pud to Toad in the Hole! The one drawback - the drinks are a little pricey ($8 for a Strongbow - what's that all about?) This drawback amuses me somewhat, given the tagline being used - "the People's Pub."
Anyway, good to see another British pub in the city.
Cheers!
Red Bull is clearly one drink that was invented for British consumption overseas. I just never took to coffee all that much. And tea is tea and will always be glorious, but sometimes, well it lacks that kick. Unlike the weird-colored drink that tastes like medicine. Benzedrine, caffeine, and the other one (taurine). They always seem to hit the spot!
Hello England, Ever wondered why chocolate is so different in America? Or the UK? Well look no further than this New York Times article that reveals the obession and love people have for their British choccy bars!
Dear England, Washington DC has a multitude of Irish pubs - from Ri Ra to Murphy's - but after four sad years of hunting for a taste of home, I am pleased to add a second British pub to my list! The Elephant & Castle, named no doubt after the London district of the same name, with its 24-hour roundabout and its very own Elephant & Castle pub on said roundabout (my pal once had a pad looking over that ever-revolving circle of lights), has miracously been transported to Washington, DC. And the results ain't half bad, mate: http://www.elephantcastle.com/content/locations/washingtondcYes it's that time of year again when America likes to stuff its turkey inappropriately close to Christmas, and of course eat turkey. Here Mr. President (or perhaps we should say, after the recent defeat in the Senate and the House of Representatives, the rapidly outgoing president) receiving an unwelcome guest in his pants, without mentioning Karl Rove. Brings a whole new meaning to bird brain and s(h)itting duck. How do you like them apples?
I'm loath to take sides in American politics, but well, you'd have to be a turkey-gobbling idiot not to.
My father recently scared me by saying all HP was stopping its bottles in the UK. It's true. In June 2005, our American cousins Heinz purchased HP manufactuers, HP Foods, from Danone (HP Foods was already French-owned), moving HP production from Aston, Birmingham to Elst in the Netherlands. Hence my friend Martin "Zigga" Zeegar, a half-Dutch half-Scotsman now living in Rotterdam, has kindly taken to smuggling HP through American customs, I confess. Please Dutch people, though you're becoming less liberal by the hour, keep smoking and keep importing! Otherwise bring on the Fourth Anglo-Dutch war. If we can't find the missing WMD HP, let's get Maggie Thatch back and bring on the all-American armada! When they came for the brown sauce, we said nothing...and without HP England might turn to unholy red sauce (another well-known Heinz import) in despair!
Fortunately there is a vast HP import market to England. So lovers of the HP (and a few brown-tongues who prefer their Daddies Sauce) needn't worry. Cook up the grill, let's BBQ Thanksgiving. The British - well, their condiments, at least - are coming!
Courtesy of the blog www.brownsauce.org devoted exclusively to worshipping a fine condiment complement to the British bacon sarny, the sauce known as Houses of Parliment was recently discovered as a missing Mount Rushmore president! Impossible you say? A year ago W put his face cheekily on the South Dakota monument for a publicity stunt. But I thought I'd never see this depth of depravity from my own dear bottle of brown. Okay I forgive you HP. I can't live without you! I think you'd do a fine job as Supreme Commander. Start the immigration!