OMFG
So now I can use one pizza coupon a week for the rest of forever. Their pizza is pretty nice, actually, and doesn't make me cry on the toilet. I've so far had their Tuscan Chicken pizza, their Buffalo Chicken one topping, and the Buffalo Chicken Grinder sandwich. Other than an annoyingly frequent use of the word "spank" ("This'll spank your tastebuds!" "Spank your mouth!" "SPANK IT!") their food is pretty high quality delivery-level pizza. I'd order them over Dominos if there were more than two locations in the cities.
MILL CITY FARMER'S MARKET
I hit up the Mill City Market with my buddies, Norah and Riley this last week. I wasn't feeling the Chef Shack this time around and since the two of them were running a bit late I was at the market for awhile by myself. Now, I've just discovered that I am completely terrified of doing things alone. I considered sitting in my car and waiting for them to show up but that seemed really Socially Awkward Penguin to me so I took that leap out of my car and set off into the world by myself.
I had a fresh squeeze raspberry limeade at Mudduscker's and sat on some steps and read one of my favorite new dumpster books, Middlesex. I can't even begin to describe how amazing a value this book is. Now only is it a Pulitzer Prize winning novel by the writer of the Virgin Suicides that deals with an intersex man in his 40's and his family's history but I found it in a dumpster for free.
I also noticed that when I go places in a group, everyone is smoking. I light up and do not even give a shit. But I was the only smoker at the market that day and lighting up felt like a horrible intrusion on everyone else's life. I huddled in the corner with my book and blew smoke in thin, pathetic streams off into the wind as inconspicuously as possible. No one even glanced at me but the crowd of my mind was coughing, waving their hands exaggeratedly, and developing stage four tumors. I ended up retreating to the Gutherie's entryway and then felt even worse when an elderly gentleman in period garb tipped his hat to me. I kept thinking, "I AM A MONSTER".
So I went and got myself a tart.
This tart was motherfucking excellent. From Queen of Tarts, it was $5 for a warm wild mushroom tart. Very rarely do mushrooms get to speak for themselves in dishes. They're usually limp and just add volume rather than taste. But these mushrooms were fucking singing. They were earthy and umami as fuck. Excellent purchase, would eat again.
My lunch was at The Bad Watiress on Eat Street which is just one of those places you end up all the time. I went with their Mac and Cheese, however, and added grilled onions for a carby-delicious treat. It was some good mac and cheese. I think I sensed....Gouda? Gruyere? I don't even care, it was good. The bread was dry and I gave up on it but the noodles were filling enough. Next time I will request a kingdom's worth of grilled onions.
Now, what's this thing pictured below? What could that giant, fucking sandwich thing be? Why, it's my meal from the brand new Green Spoon on University Ave!
For a place to delivery that isn't Jimmy John's, pizza, or Chinese is a miracle. This is the Korean Philly, a sandwich of bulgogi beef, perfectly sauteed peppers and onions, chipotle aioli,, and pepper jack cheese on a fresh baguette. For EIGHT FUCKING DOLLARS.
They were a little heavy on the aioli and it was a hard sandwich to lift (I ended up tearing off pieces and eating it with a fork) but my god, it was a deal. I'd probably request less sauce next time since the sauce was a little filling and too much got to be a little gross but the fries that came with it were crispy, golden, and amazing. I was really impressed with the amount of food, the quality, and the price. They also delivery breakfast, salads, wraps, paninis, pot pies, and flatbreads. I think I'm going to be doing a lot of business with them.
I'll play you off with a picture of Norah (rarely seen in the wild, skittish, hard to get a photo of) on top of the parking garage we spent the afternoon on.
