Saturday, February 06, 2010

Peyton Manning Buys His Boys Dinner

Last Monday Peyton Manning shelled out some big bucks to buy his offense (nearly 25 dudes) dinner at Café Martorano in Miami--looks like a small national chain. The meal was 12 courses, and every guy stuffed himself silly.

We don't know what the bill was, but based on the not-cheap prices on the menu, you can easily figure $200 per person and probably more. $200 x 25 is $5,000, without tax or the 20% gratuity they slam you with for parties of 6 or more.

I guess this guy sells sauce, too. Then menu says, "Do you know why my jarred sauces cost more than the rest?"

Butter Lover: I don't know. Because everything you sell costs more than the rest? I'm talking about you, $38 chicken parm.

Go Colts!

Thursday, February 04, 2010

About that dye job comment...

It is with a heavy heart that I retract my "Sack up, dye job" comment directed to Guy Fieri in the post below. According to Fieri is predicting the Colts will win:

Super Bowl is gonna rock. Experience is on the Colts side. Not only have they been to the Super Bowl before, but they went through the same routine in Miami. Plus they've got one of the best QBs in the league coming off what may be his best year. Gotta dig the saints and their stellar year, but I think it will be Colts win 33-23.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Here Comes the Super Bowl!

Happy (I suppose) that the cat fight is over, and the Food Network is back on. And, good for them, they've been showing football-themed shows a lot this week leading up to the beatdown the Colts are going to deliver the Saints Sunday night.

Can't say I'll be making Guy Fieri's Bacon Wrapped Shrimp for the game...Come on, bro. Bra. Broseph. Broheim. Broseph Stalin. Broseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. You're a guy. And your name is Guy. So shame on you twice. It's the Super Bowl, not some Gourmet magazine hoity toity Hamptons party with a bunch of rich snobs. Sack up, dye job.

Did I ever tell you I used to write in obnoxious, sarcastic letters to Gourmet making fun of their stupid dinner party articles? How they always showed a bunch of rich douchers eating some lavish meal no one would ever actually make, on their expensive estates. The women all in their Gucci or Prada outfits or whatever the hell rich women wear. Sadly, my letters never got published.

BTW, rest in peace, Gourmet. I guess I'll have to come up with a new fake quote praising the blog.

Go Colts!