When I was boarding a flight in Las Vegas, I noticed the pilot wolfing down a plate of tamales. I told him tamales are my favorite, and he handed me what he hadn’t eaten.
Yes, to the horror of my family, I ate them and they were delicious. Tamales are the IDGAF where they came from treat.
Why would they be horrified? You’re literally trusting them with your life, and if the tamales aren’t safe to eat then you having food poisoning is comparatively minor.
Or was it that you deprived the pilot of vital sustenance and morale boosting food needed to safely fly the plane?
It’s always been a dream of mine to down an aircraft with nothing but the horrors of my body, but everyone this far has managed to keep me away from dairy before we travel by plane. Spoilsports.
I could make a tamale, or I could find the jankiest, rustiest food cart out there in the world, order a tamale for like two bucks, and have my mind absolutely blown.
Me too! I had a Peruan/Bolivian one ( Humita? ), but I’m not sure if they are the same as the mexican tamale.
I’m still mad at my NYC buddy for saying “YoU GoTtA EaT A NeW YoRk sLiCe” when I visited new york, which, while on a diet , meant I either had tamales or a new york pizza slice when I was in queens.
It tasted like any other “regular” pizza I had anywhere else in the fucking world. If you want to be an absolute asshole and say “BuT ThAt pLaCe mUsT HaVe bEeN AsS, yOu gOtTa eAt iT At pAnUcCi’s pIzZa”, I LITERALLY had it at Sal’s Pizzeria , and I swear to fuck, I do not think I could have chosen a more “local, 100% NYC Italian” pizza than that unless it was in fucking brooklyn or harlem.
I’ve said this story before actually, but seriously, New Yorkers, chill the fuck out with your pizza. You won and conquered the fucking world, relax.
Whataburger was a nice surprise that I enjoy more than in and out. Chicago Pizza lived up to the hype. Classic Midwest steak and shake was way better than shake shack.
There’s also a New York style square slice like the kind you get from Prince Street Pizza called The spicy spring and that was actually a delight. In general, though, New York Pizza is mostly unremarkable, but Chicago Pizza is every bit as good as you probably have heard and is easily my favorite. Not to mention Chicago is so into pizza, there’s just really great pizza all over the place of every type in size
became a multistore chain, deathknell to food quality always
2 maybe 3 restaurants can still work, but beyond that the economies of scale demand a certain level of delegation/sacrifices on quality control that guarantee food quality drops
I don’t like flat crispy pies as much as fluffy doughy ones. I had a slice at some place up there that was still using coal. It was better than most pizza I’ve had, but I didn’t cry for the slice when it was gone. Problem I had in NYC was, save for a street cart, you couldn’t get into the really good eats places because there were miserably packed full with people waiting around the damn corner.
EDIT : And no, I wasn’t at corner of 1st and 1st, the nexus of the universe. I was coming back from my pilgrimage to Menegroth thousand caves, which is (was) on Jamaica Avenue (more or less)
She’s so good.
Fuck I want a tamale.
When I was boarding a flight in Las Vegas, I noticed the pilot wolfing down a plate of tamales. I told him tamales are my favorite, and he handed me what he hadn’t eaten.
Yes, to the horror of my family, I ate them and they were delicious. Tamales are the IDGAF where they came from treat.
Why would they be horrified? You’re literally trusting them with your life, and if the tamales aren’t safe to eat then you having food poisoning is comparatively minor.
Or was it that you deprived the pilot of vital sustenance and morale boosting food needed to safely fly the plane?
I left out the part about my food allergies, and to be fair an airplane isn’t a great place to risk becoming violently ill, but it was tamales.
Well that solidly changes the context. :)
It’s always been a dream of mine to down an aircraft with nothing but the horrors of my body, but everyone this far has managed to keep me away from dairy before we travel by plane. Spoilsports.
They’re not super hard to make a couple for yourself. Great fun to throw a tamalada too.
I could make a tamale, or I could find the jankiest, rustiest food cart out there in the world, order a tamale for like two bucks, and have my mind absolutely blown.
cries in 20 inches of snow I really wish that was an option for me :(
Me too! I had a Peruan/Bolivian one ( Humita? ), but I’m not sure if they are the same as the mexican tamale.
I’m still mad at my NYC buddy for saying “YoU GoTtA EaT A NeW YoRk sLiCe” when I visited new york, which, while on a diet , meant I either had tamales or a new york pizza slice when I was in queens.
It tasted like any other “regular” pizza I had anywhere else in the fucking world. If you want to be an absolute asshole and say “BuT ThAt pLaCe mUsT HaVe bEeN AsS, yOu gOtTa eAt iT At pAnUcCi’s pIzZa”, I LITERALLY had it at Sal’s Pizzeria , and I swear to fuck, I do not think I could have chosen a more “local, 100% NYC Italian” pizza than that unless it was in fucking brooklyn or harlem.
I’ve said this story before actually, but seriously, New Yorkers, chill the fuck out with your pizza. You won and conquered the fucking world, relax.
Fucking opportunity cost.
The three biggest food letdowns of my life were NY pizza, Shake Shack, and In-N-Out.
They were all…fine. I enjoyed my meals. Nothing I couldn’t get back home
Whataburger was a nice surprise that I enjoy more than in and out. Chicago Pizza lived up to the hype. Classic Midwest steak and shake was way better than shake shack.
I was in Vegas, next to in-n-out for a week.
Day one, burger and fries and a coke. WTF, that was disappointing as hell, I’d rather have eaten McDonalds.
Day two, look up all the hidden menu bullshit, animal style, with animal style fries. HOLY FUCK that’s a different meal.
I tried everything else over the week, but my fav was still animal style.
Their regular burgers are fries are just bland and dry. They need to be loaded with the sauce and the friend onions. They should default to that.
I definitely went for animal style and it was…ok. It was just good sauce on a fast food burger and fast food burgers are never good
For all the negatively, I do get it every time I’m in California (which admittedly hasn’t been for years at this point)
There’s also a New York style square slice like the kind you get from Prince Street Pizza called The spicy spring and that was actually a delight. In general, though, New York Pizza is mostly unremarkable, but Chicago Pizza is every bit as good as you probably have heard and is easily my favorite. Not to mention Chicago is so into pizza, there’s just really great pizza all over the place of every type in size
yeah, at least deep dish is something unique
Deep dish I feel is more Detroit style with the thick bread vs Chicago style where it’s thick cheese and meat with chunky red marinara on top
your mistake was eating at diordanos
I heard they are no longer the greatness they once were which is disappointing. They used to be godlike
became a multistore chain, deathknell to food quality always
2 maybe 3 restaurants can still work, but beyond that the economies of scale demand a certain level of delegation/sacrifices on quality control that guarantee food quality drops
this is what I feel is different, the other one, once again, can be obtained anywhere they are trying to sell more dough.
I don’t like flat crispy pies as much as fluffy doughy ones. I had a slice at some place up there that was still using coal. It was better than most pizza I’ve had, but I didn’t cry for the slice when it was gone. Problem I had in NYC was, save for a street cart, you couldn’t get into the really good eats places because there were miserably packed full with people waiting around the damn corner.
Wasn’t Sal’s Pizzeria on an episode of Kitchen Nightmares?
It’s like a disc of hot garbage. You should have went to Sal’s Pizza Cafe.
This wasn’t Famous Sal’s, this was Original Sal’s
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Sal’s+Pizzeria/@40.692529,-73.8587641,3a,75y,354.28h,80.66t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1sIoBQHzeooVxfbxX6slzeMQ!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fcb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile%26w%3D900%26h%3D600%26pitch%3D9.342144000861097%26panoid%3DIoBQHzeooVxfbxX6slzeMQ%26yaw%3D354.2756084226607!7i16384!8i8192!4m6!3m5!1s0x89c25de4062b7e8f:0xd0b5cc5cde7de562!8m2!3d40.6926684!4d-73.8587716!16s%2Fg%2F1tdy9_4x?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDEyOC4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
https://youtu.be/ST1FrcRbC-k?t=201
EDIT : And no, I wasn’t at corner of 1st and 1st, the nexus of the universe. I was coming back from my pilgrimage to Menegroth thousand caves, which is (was) on Jamaica Avenue (more or less)