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Wednesday
Mar172010

EAT YOUR HEART(BURN) OUT: TACOS!

Fuck this writing thing.  I've found my new calling: competitive eating.  Of course, I'm not a Japanese dude, and I'm basically done in after a slice and a half of pizza.  But no matter.  I'll be getting my start* at the Barrio Taco Eating Contest.

Yes, let me say it again: BARRIO TACO EATING CONTEST.

Thursday, March 18, drag your asses down to 210 Seventh Avenue (you know, that gigantic pink and orange place that's equally as offensive to the eyes as it is freaking delicioso) at 7pm.  Bring a shit ton of antacid.  Only rule: first clean plate wins.

I've always found eating contests (Wikipedia says "competitive eating" is actually a thing) to be the most repusive thing in the word.  Like, I physically shudder every time I pass the countdown clock at Nathan's on Coney Island.  But there's something about Coop-crazed, latte sippers stuffing their faces with upscale fair that tickles me pink (and orange, I guess).

You game?  Email Barrio to let them know you're in.  Prize is a $100 gift certificate, and I guess the glory of being the grossest yuppie on the Slope.  I promise up and down I will post photos if you send them to us.

(via 24/Seven)

*This is a gigantic lie.

Tuesday
Mar162010

GET DRUNK ON CUPCAKES: DEEP FRIED REDUX

St. Pat knows his fucking cupcakes. (Cupcake photo: Amber)

Unless you're totally illiterate actually blind, by now, you know that the FIPS staff basically come at the mere mention of Robicelli's deep fried cupcakes.  Lest you forget, they're like sex.  Or drugs.  Probably both at once.

Since you're already all going to be smashed to smitherines, drunk as fuck, or whatever collegeate-derived substitute you use to describe your incapacitated, alcoholic selves on St. Patrick's Day tomorrow, why not visit cupcake nirvana, too?  ESPECIALLY if you missed Part I at Union Hall.

Robicelli's will be instating the return of the deep fried cupcake at The Double Windsor tomorrow night, frying up Car Bomb cupcakes (chocolate Guinness cake with Jameson whiskey ganache and Bailey's buttercream, yes pul-leaze) from 6 p.m. until the cupcakes run out, or everyone at the bar is too gone to work a deep fryer.  Or stand.  Whichever comes first.

I'm not sure who else from the FIPS crew will be there, but this shit's right around the corner from my place, so I'll see you all there.  I'm boring and sober, but hand me your cameras, and I promise I'll document all of the things you don't want to remember on Thursday morning.  And I can tell you who won't be there - motherfucking babies.

Tuesday
Mar162010

POST-APOCALYPTIC OPEN THREAD

Time for another open thread!  What's on your mind, Slopers?

Did you survive the WTF wind apocalypse that happened over the weekend?  I didn't acually realize the world had fallen apart until I went out for my Sunday morning run around the Prospect Park loop, and got transported to the opening of the Wizard of Oz.

BALLERS, got any sexy gossip for me?  I guess I'll take unsexy gossip, too.  But I'll imagine you naked while I'm reading your comment.

BREEDERS, did you beat the weather blues by staying inside and swinging while exploiting the babysitting services of your nearest YMCA branch?  Did I just plant a fantastic idea?

Erica's ass has been too busy living it up in Austin at SXSW, so she's clearly out of the loop.  Fill her in...and keep the rest of us busy at work!

3...2...1...openthreadstreetfighterGO!

EDIT: Thanks to our awesome open thread, FIPS has a March Madness ESPN pool.  Find us here, password fips.  Amazing prize TBD, besides the obvious glory that comes along with it.

Monday
Mar152010

Brooklyn Mutt Show: Adopt, Bitches

Shit like the Brooklyn Mutt Show is precisely the reason why I fucking love Brooklyn. I braved the Great Flood and hauled my ass to the Brooklyn Lyceum to check it out. With action-packed categories like 'Sloppiest Kisser' and 'Least Useful Pet Trick', the Brooklyn Mutt Show is co-organized by BARC (a privately funded, no-kill shelter in Williamsburg). It's a 2-day event and Sunday was the grand finale, with the 'Canine Best Costume Cavalcade' closing the show.

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Monday
Mar152010

PUNK SLOPE

Here is a little known fact about me: I am a punk.  Or at least I was for many years of my lower Westchester youth.  And when I was super punk rock, I did a slew of awesome things like photograph and interview some of my freakin' idols.  And one of those guys was Fat Mike from NOFX.  Sixteen-year-old me - who could barely breathe from Randall's Island Warped Tour dust inhalation - decided she could die happy.

So, now imagine my face when I saw the info on the new Thistle Hill Tavern restaurant that's taking Olive Vine's old location at 15th and Seventh.  Among the owners listed?  "Mike 'Fat Mike' Burkett, a member of the seminal punk band NOFX."

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