Archive for October, 2009

Yorita – Southside
October 14, 2009

For our first bloggy on food, we decided on Yorita.

It was a learning experience.

First: we were so hungry, we did not pause and take photos of our food. This is the only photo we have.


With a ton of tacos to choose from, we decided on the Pork Shoulder, made with mole poblano, jalapeƱo, scallion, and Granny Smith apples, and the Braised Chicken, which is made with chipotle bbq, poblano pepper, white onion, and potato. For a starter, we had chorizo corn dogs made with cornbread and a great squash soup. Drinks? Water.

The best part of the meal was that Nina ordered all of the food, but forgot to say, “The lady will have…” It’s not creepy at all when dudes order the food for their dates. Not at all.

So how was the food?

It was decent. But it wasn’t…we were looking for food that pretty much gave it up on the first date, stayed over, made us breakfast and gave us sex in the morning. And this food did not. It gave us a very chaste kiss on the cheek.

The tacos were decent. Not amazing. They were somewhat filling and the choices were good. But the menu is small and look, we’re not going to get an eel taco. That sounds like the name of some really violent, impossible sex act that we wouldn’t repeat in a fucking family bloggy like this one.

The soup was awesome. The corndogs were a good idea, but were missing something. Take it from kids who like corndogs. We love us some corndogs. In fact, if we had like, you know, to face a firing squad, we’d pick a last meal of corndogs, bacon and buffalo chicken dip with two frosty mugs of Ying.

Then we’d escape the firing squad and get Red Velvet Cake.

Anyways, in final review…


3 of 5 frosty mugs

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DiSalla’s – Homestead, PA
October 8, 2009

I went on a solo visit to DiSalla’s near my house. I’ve driven past this place a million times and I’ve always wanted to stop. I have a weakness for pizza, especially old hole in the wall non-chain places. I was only hoping the years of drivebys and dreaming of what the pie would taste like would not be ruined by the reality.

DiSalla menu

I was not disappointed. I mean, when you walk in and there’s a sign that says “Best pizza in the world. Not brag. Fact.” you know that these guys are gonna bring it. This is about as spartan a place as you can imagine. They sell pizza. That’s it. No salad. No sandwiches. No chips. Want a drink? There’s a Pepsi machine in the corner.

DiSalla oven

There’s one oven. That’s it. And big, metal pie pans so they can make their square shaped slices. So, I ordered off the same guy who was cooking, waited awhile in silence and took my pie to enjoy in the car. No seats. No paper towels. No ambiance.

DiSalla menu

What I really loved was this menu. This is it. It’s a fucking chart. How many slices, how many toppings, how much. Nice and easy. Order and get out seemed to be the order of the day.

DiSalla pie cooling

DiSalla kitchen

There was one other person in working. An older woman slicing the pepperoni for tomorrow as she watched Law and Order. Again, ambviance.

DiSalla pizza

But, dude. $2.14 for 3 thick slices of melty goodness? Who needs anything more than an old radio blasting WDVE and um, well, nothing else, really. I rate this a pretty good pie.

Luckily, next time I do this, Nina will be with me and the pictures and review will be so much better.

Welcome to BEER! BACON! CANDY!
October 7, 2009

This is a new era of excitement. Of eating things covered in grease. Of getting food dye all over your hands from eating so many pieces of sweet, sweet candy. Of making dips that seem on the surface to make no sense – yet taste awesome.

Wherever someone has a Lix’Em Stick, we’ll be there.

Wherever someone eats a Moon Pie, we’ll be there.

When someone asks, “Draft or bottle,” we’ll be there.

Yes, we’re like Tom Joad. Except we like to eat lots of fair food instead of being stuck in the Kansas dustbowl.