Weekly Recap

Good stew

For the astute gourmands out there, that is indeed a Dutch oven.  I know ... I thought it was a joke too!

Over the past few days, you have learned some interesting details about the state of Connecticut and learned about my guilty carnovorism.  Let me, therefore, tie it all together with this little recommendation:

Face it, if you're driving in Connecticut you will end up in traffic.  Hey, I got an idea ... let's have a huge number of people that work in New York live in the 'burbs.  Now let's connect those people's homes with a major highway, but let's only put two lanes in some places, for fun.  It will be okay, there's a Parkway with ugly bridges that will help with traffic.

If you are parked on I-95 and happen to be near Exit 24, set your GPS for 306 Black Rock Turnpike, in Fairfield.  Some locals will suggest Rawley's, and there is merit to having a deep fried hot dog.  I promise you, though, this is the place to go.  Super Duper Weenie is ... 

I tried finishing that sentence four times without success.  Each version was worst than the previous.  They weren't even double entendre, just plain old entendre.  It's really difficult to heap praise on a place called Super Duper Weenie without sounding a little pervy.

FYI ... the term "double entendre" is meaningless in French, as are the phrases: "we should not go on strike," "I have studied military history," and "let's welcome the Muslims!"  (writes the citizen of a country where an "occupy movement" has been going on for six months, that learned nothing from the British Empire or Soviet Union about Afghanistan, and has a sparkling track record in Muslim relations.)

Who wants a hot dog? Oh, I see ... Haram, you say?  Are you sure hot dogs aren't halal? You're quite sure.  I ... ah ...  Can we talk about it over a beer?  Oh ...