Cathy2 wrote:

Panther in the Den wrote:People working at restaurants mention 'You're from The Internet, aren't you?' like I am from Mars or something

Why do you think people react to you that way? I almost never have that kind of conversation in restaurants I visit.

Regards,

This happened to me a few times usually when I appear to be out of place in a neighborhood and have been preceded by a string of other, equally out of place, LTHers.

Most notably...

J's Meats (Mississippi Delta Style Tamales), Los Tamales and even during my first visit to see Mack at Uncle John's BBQ.

I think it was Mack that coined the phrase.

You sometimes read reviews of a restaurants on LTH before trying them on your own.

Sometimes??? Try every time!

jmprimus wrote:

You sometimes read reviews of a restaurants on LTH before trying them on your own.

Sometimes??? Try every time!

Ah, but occasionally you have to take one for the team and be the first one forking over the cash and writing the review!

Regards,

Panther in the Den wrote:You're from The Internet, aren't you?'

So very, very true.

I won't link or post it here, but do a Google Image Search for "I'm from the Internet." Yup, that's us.

. . . you spend over an hour (round-trip) driving to pick up lunch because your co-workers need to understand what a Cemita is and experience it for themselves.

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God bless the Cemita!!!

...a client comes to your office for a meeting, and you have to tell her to wait because your nose and eyes won't stop running, and you're in substantial pain after being unable to put down impossibly spicy Aya Mase from the African food truck across the street.

...when you finally allow her to enter your office, she winces and nearly doubles over from the smell.

...you can't wait for her to just leave already, so you can go back across the street for some sweet plantains.

...you don't care about the business you just lost, because the food was so damn satisfying.

Kennyz wrote:...a client comes to your office for a meeting, and you have to tell her to wait because your nose and eyes won't stop running, and you're in substantial pain after being unable to put down impossibly spicy Aya Mase from the African food truck across the street.

...when you finally allow her to enter your office, she winces and nearly doubles over from the smell.

...you can't wait for her to just leave already, so you can go back across the street for some sweet plantains.

...you don't care about the business you just lost, because the food was so damn satisfying.

Sub in Mexican cart for African food truck, and I can say I've been in the exact same scenario before. Hope my boss ain't an LTH'r ....

You are heard to say "Darn, I was cooking with my camera and forgot to bring it with me!"

...you have pork for dessert.

After the Culinary Historians presentation on French Pastry this morning we stopped at TAC Quick for lunch. We started with the pork neck which was as superb as ever followed by basil duck and the karee beef roti. Then we had another order of the pork neck for dessert, it was that good

You see a listing for a movie called "Spice World," and you get really excited thinking it's going to be a vivid, epic documentary about the ancient origins and migratory patterns of spices you love or have always wanted to cook with. You are sorely, sorely disappointed when you find out that it's a movie about...the Spice Girls. Ugggh.

...you make sure you remember your camera every time you go out to eat & sometimes shop for groceries(I have had to return home a few times because I have forgotten).

Now I go through a checklist:
1) wallet
2) cell phone
3) directions to a new GNR
4) camera

jimswside wrote:...you make sure you remember your camera every time you go out to eat & sometimes shop for groceries(I have had to return home a few times because I have forgotten).

Now I go through a checklist:
1) wallet
2) cell phone
3) directions to a new GNR
4) camera

In the warmer months, you'll want to add #5 to the list:

Insulated cooler with freezer packs

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ronnie_suburban wrote:

jimswside wrote:...you make sure you remember your camera every time you go out to eat & sometimes shop for groceries(I have had to return home a few times because I have forgotten).

Now I go through a checklist:
1) wallet
2) cell phone
3) directions to a new GNR
4) camera

In the warmer months, you'll want to add #5 to the list:

Insulated cooler with freezer packs
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good addition. I brought my cooler with me to the green city market a couple weekends ago, as well as shopping this weekend so some temperature sensitive items wouldnt have a chance to freeze when we went out for lunch.

What if I see the screen-name "ronnie_suburban" and immediately shout, "Celebrity sighting!!"

Methinks that makes me part of the Inner Sanctum.

You can pick a storebought rotisserie chicken clean bone by bone, savoring every morsel of meat in every nook and cranny, around every rib bone until you give up because all you have left is a pile of bones and...



The lifeless, worthless, tasteless breast.

I might use this thing for enchiladas or something. Not sure yet.


Let me know when they start REVERSE engineering these things for bigger thighs, and tiny breasts.

Fresser wrote:What if I see the screen-name "ronnie_suburban" and immediately shout, "Celebrity sighting!!"

Methinks that makes me part of the Inner Sanctum.

LOL! That's a "t-list" sighting, at best.

In your case Fresser, you know you're an LTH'r when you realize that there are very few Chicagoans remaining at eG and most of those who've left are now over here.

Welcome!

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I was at Kinko's making the GNR certificates when someone came up and said "Are you... Mike G?"

That was when I knew the truth of the variation on Warhol's adage, "In the future everyone will be famous to 15 people."

ronnie_suburban wrote:

Fresser wrote:What if I see the screen-name "ronnie_suburban" and immediately shout, "Celebrity sighting!!"

Methinks that makes me part of the Inner Sanctum.

LOL! That's a "t-list" sighting, at best.

In your case Fresser, you know you're an LTH'r when you realize that there are very few Chicagoans remaining at eG and most of those who've left are now over here.

Welcome!

=R=

Ronnie,

You think my various costumed personas would fit in here as well? My Pillsbury Doughboy outfit elicits lots of tummy-pokes, but I once terrified Awbrig's kid when I dressed up as Heather Duster.

Fresser wrote:Ronnie,

You think my various costumed personas would fit in here as well? My Pillsbury Doughboy outfit elicits lots of tummy-pokes, but I once terrified Awbrig's kid when I dressed up as Heather Duster.

Doughboy, perhaps, although we are generally 'from scratch' crowd. If Ms. Duster can cook, I'm sure she'd be welcomed warmly here.

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Mike G wrote:"Are you... Mike G?"

Prepare to be greeted this way by me from now on.

You're assuming that I'll deign to recognize you.

It was pretty funny watching No Reservations last night and being quite certain that I have met more of the people in the show than not. Only the line at Hot Doug's even made it a close call.

Fresser wrote:What if I see the screen-name "ronnie_suburban" and immediately shout, "Celebrity sighting!!"

You know you're an LTHer when...in the days following the 2008 ChanuKwanzaXmas party, sure, you tell all of your non-LTH friends about how excellent the food was at Chuck's, how lovely it was to meet LTHers I hadn't met before, how I won an awesome raffle prize... Then I pull up my picture with the one and only...


(Courtesy of Mrs. Terrasini via ronnie_suburban)

...and proceed to detail all that is ronnie_surburban. ("You...don't...know...who...ronnie_suburban...is?!) eG history, the photography, the number of times he's eaten at Alinea, the charcuterie, the famous food people he's had his picture taken with, his overall good-guy-ness... ("Oh, and see how his handle has an underscore in it, just like mine???")

(Yes, I know trying to claim cool points based on a shared typographic character automatically makes me uncool in perpetuity. I don't care.)

happy_stomach wrote:("Oh, and see how his handle has an underscore in it, just like mine???")

(Yes, I know trying to claim cool points based on a shared typographic character automatically makes me uncool in perpetuity. I don't care.)

Yes! Nothing uncool about it. We "underscores" have to stick together!

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you piss off your roommate by detailing each segment of the Chicago episode of No Reservations (where he's going, what he's having, who he's with) before it starts.
and then slightly scare your roommate by listing off the usernames of people in the Burt's pizza segment...without ever having met any of them.

he can also regularly expect to hear this phrase in our apartment: "you wanna see a picture of some good lookin' sausage?"

A grad of the French Pastry School who knew my online persona met me for the first time and said, " 'Fresser?' I was expecting someone bigger."

Others more lacking in Yiddishkeit asked what "Fresser" meant. I explained it's a Yiddish word for "ubernosher." Wait--did that help?

You missed the Superbowl completely, you probably won't watch the Oscar's, but you drove for an hour to gather with other LTHers to watch the Chicago episode of "No Reservations."

skess wrote:expect to hear this phrase in our apartment: "you wanna see a picture of some good lookin' sausage?"

This cracked me up!

During one of your frequent "when I win the lottery...." daydreams, you turn to your friends and announce that when you win the lottery you will donate your time and excellent organizational skills to the phone reservation system at Schwa (maybe even help out with accounting and scheduling if need be...). You really think of this as a public service akin to visiting the sick.

...the first thing you want to do when you get to work is see how Kennyz, Mhays and Sparky, and elakin did in the Mac-and-cheese smackdown.