Talk, Talk, Talk

I’m just ALL about the random horseshit lately. OR, as somebody from King Crimson wrote, lo these 31 years ago (31? ‘the fuck!!!), ‘I repeat myself when I’m distressed, I repeat myself when I’m distressed.’

Talk, talk, it's only talk
Debates, discussions
These are words with a D this time
Dialogue, dualogue, diatribe,
Dissention, declamation
Double talk, double talk

Mia madre's not doing well. She's lookin' to board the VIP fast train to Casa de Los Angeles. I am, to say the very least, verklempt.

So then -- onward with the talk, talk, talk, eh?

The joint near work where Jen and I used to meet, prior to going all Homeward Bound and shit -- The Meat Palace, more commonly known, particularly amongst cooked cow eaters and owners of said Carnivore Emporium, as The Stockyard -- is showing signs of life. Evidence of of reemergence from the closed-for-renovations-but-really-we're-just-hoping-someone’s-POSSIBLY-buying-us and-things’ll-change-but-who-knows-and-we-just-really-RILLY-hope-we-reopen-soon-‘cause-the-waitresses-all-need -to-pay-their-rent-and-tuition and shit.

Funny timing since, in a few short weeks, I won’t be working in this end of town anymore. Yep, I gave notice. That’s another story for another time though.

For now, one of my few thoughts is that The Meat Palace will re-open as Vegan Heaven (that’s the way much of this end of town, HAPPILY, has been moving, thenkew veddy much) and I’ll miss it! There will be portobello fajitas, quinoa vegetable stew, spinach and artichoke dip and...AND, as one can only expect and happily anticipate, cruelty free martinis.

 Of course.

 Here’s the thing, once you cross that bridge, any of ‘em, into South Boston and points farther south, you can kiss readily available vegetarian options bye-bye. Oh suresure, you can get a cheese pizza and, possibly, spaghetti in a tomato NO meat sauce but don’t get your hopes up for more. Hell and damnation, even, under the veggie options on the Chinese restaurant menus down here, vegetarian fried rice comes WITH PORK.

Em....dudes...pigs are mammals. Mammals aren’t generally thought of as vegetables. OK granted, I can sure come up with a few mammals who seem to have the brain power of a stalk of asparagus -- Scott Brown, Mitt Romney -- yeah, you betcha I’m lookin’ at you!

Not to dis asparagus, mind you.

Down my way, if I want a dining experience that’s full blown veggie, no fish, NO pork, it’s gonna be Indian.

My new fav is right in Quincy Center. The Sher-A-Punjab has a fine, low light, awesome atmosphere AND a full bar. It’s now possible to get a post work martini and a tasty snack of vegetable pakoras too! My other Quincy fav is The Punjab Cafe. Ultra YUM.

So then, what I’ll miss about working in Boston? Restaurant options. Mind you, I live 15 miles south of the city AND there’s a T stop just up the street so...so.. yeah, I’ll quit bitching ANY minute now!