Japanese fast food chain Lotteria has rolled out its latest offering: French fries with chocolate dipping sauce.
Why fries with chocolate? Hell, why not?
This is the same chain that has recently unleashed such things as the burger with everything.
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“Chato, you won’t believe what happened.”
My mom’s voice was trembling on the phone. Christ, I thought, please: no heart attacks or hip fractures.
“A car crashed into the house.”
“I’m sorry, we have a bad connection, it sounded like you said ‘a car crashed into the house.’”
“We’re moving into a motel for now – the police and fire department just left – Jim’s pretty shaken up, and he’s really, really pissed.”
A new Nielsen report released today confirms what most of us already knew—Asian Americans spend a lot of money buying
According to the study, Asian Americans outspend the average American household by a whooping 19 percent. And if you’re talking about the internet, Asian Americans are #1 when it comes to online shopping—77 percent of us have made an online purchase in the past year as opposed to 66 percent of the general population. The percentage of Asian Americans who have spent $2500 or more a year online is at 12 percent—double the average. And considering the rate the Asian American population is growing, this is clearly only the beginning.
So what does this mean for an “Asian American” online entity like YOMYOMF?
One of my favorite places to visit is the Grand Canyon. I’ve been there about four times and each experience was a very real reminder of the beauty and majesty that exists in the world. On any day, the Grand Canyon is a sight to behold, but this past weekend, a rare meteorological occurrence called an inversion, which made the canyon look like this:
Basically, a dense fog filled the canyon and made things look “prettier.” So on this Hump Day, here are a few images of this “once-in-a-lifetime” event to remind us of the wonders that are out there.
Dear Irwindale residents:
So last week, a judge ordered the partial shutdown of Sriracha manufacturer Huy Fong Foods’ plant located within your city borders. For those who may not know, your community is a quaint suburb located east of Los Angeles in the San Gabriel Valley.
The order came down as a result of some of you complaining about the odors the plant is allegedly emitting. You have claimed that it is a “spicy, painful” smell that has led to respiratory problems, nosebleeds and other problems. This despite the fact that inspectors with the South Coast Air Quality Management District have investigated and found the plant does not meet the threshold to be considered a public nuisance or that the plant’s previous location in the neighboring (and more densely populated) city of Rosemead never presented similar complaints according to Rosemead City Councilman Steven Ly.
Now, I grew up in the San Gabriel Valley so I’m very familiar with your fair city. For example, on many occasions as a youth, I would bike to your Santa Fe Recreational Dam to enjoy the sort of innocent fun that a young lad would experience at a dam built for recreation. So when I offer the following bit of advice, understand that it’s coming from someone who knows and understands your city.
In an era of increasingly progressive attitudes toward homosexuality, it saddens me that former San Francisco 49-ers and Oakland Raiders’ lineman and all around assmunch Kwame Harris didn’t feel comfortable revealing his sexuality until it was revealed for him when he beat the shit out of his ex-boyfriend, Dimitri Geier.
It’s all part of the equality package: gay marriage, gay divorce, gay domestic abuse. Equal rights for everyone, huzzah!
And it all came down to soy sauce and underpants.
Harris and his ex Dimitri Geier weren’t even an item when it happened. According to Craig Charles, Geier’s attorney, “They’d broken up and gotten back together a couple times. It was not a formal relationship.” I believe that’s code for “fuck buddies,” no?
We’ve often blogged about yellow fever—that condition where non-Asian (usually) guys are into all things exotic and Asian. Well, New York artist Donna Choi created a series of tongue-in-cheek posters educating folks on how to diagnose the condition.
Not much to say about these except that they’re pretty cool and maybe we can all learn a thing or too (click on images to enlarge):
By the time you read this, I may or may not have stuffed myself with a bunch of food I otherwise wouldn’t have to celebrate good ol’ Thanksgiving. But if I have, I can guarantee you one thing: not one of those plates will be turkey.
I’m sorry – call me a heathen if you must – but turkey is just one food I cannot get into. When I was a kid, the turkey iconography surrounding Thanksgiving made me look forward to tasting it each year and each year, I kept wondering if it would get better. It never did; it still hasn’t; and I doubt it ever will.
I’m not allergic and I’ve had it in many ways. I’ve just resigned myself to the fact that chickens are the superior birds when it comes to flying into my stomach.
What’s one food that you just can’t find yourself sinking your teeth into?
ROGER: I’m in the same boat, Jerome. Every year Thanksgiving rolls around, I find myself wondering why turkey just isn’t as satisfying as chicken or duck. That being said, I LOVE processed turkey that you get at Subway or Jersey Mike’s. Why? Perhaps b/c it doesn’t taste like Thanksgiving turkey.
Someone wrote that on his Facebook wall about a month ago.
Death is a strange bedfellow, we americans are more insulated from it than say, an Afgan or a Chad or Niger citizen, but there the grim reaper sits… ready.
I didn’t know Paul Walker the actor myself, but a lot of the YOMYOMF crew did. They’ve either acted with him or have directed him or have had a late night dinner with him. And although Justin and I haven’t talked much in the last few years (he’s always off filming that Fast and Furious thing), I know his feelings run deep for those people in whom he places his trust.
Another Thanksgiving has passed and many Americans will have consumed their fair share of the traditional turkey. And while most of those fowl-eating Americans may think that turkey was the meat of choice at the very first Thanksgiving, the more educated know it was actually venison (at least if Icabod Crane on FOX’s Sleepy Hollow is to be believed). But if we dig deeper into history, we know there was another meat enjoyed by the Pilgrims: Native Americans.
Yes, our Pilgrim forefathers were cannibals who murdered and ate the indigenous population.
But it wasn’t completely their fault. The Pilgrims came to the New World apparently unprepared to make it on their own—they over-hunted and their farming skills were subpar at best. So what else could they do but turn to eating the people who were already here. According to original colonist George Percy:
“So great was our famine, that a Savage we slew and buried, the poorer sorte took him up againe and eat him; and so did divers one another boyled and stewed with roots and herbs… [the cause of starvation was] want of providence, industrie and government, and not the barennnesse and defect of the Countrie, as is generally supposed.”
Brother Steven lit a votive candle as we gathered around the small, portable wooden altar.
Behind the candle was a simple crucifix. We had gathered in our plastic aprons, latex gloves and hairnets. Katherine, one of the regular volunteers, led us in prayer.
“In the name of the Father and the Son and The Holy Spirit,” she said, and we made the sign of the cross. “Today we have a reading from Luke.”
Katherine is a woman of maybe 30, with a tremor in her hand, and she leads us every Friday in prayer before we begin serving the patrons of the St. Vincent de Paul Soup Kitchen. After she reads from the gospel, she asks if anybody has any intentions they’d like to share.
Compelling movies this year are proof against the myth that a good movie requires a villain. Good movies can be made without a villain or forced antagonist. Bell Hooks once said that she preferred “difference” over “conflict” and cited A Dry White Season as an exemplary film that accomplished that. Gravity and 12 Years a Slave are examples of compelling and meaningful movies completely bypassing the need for a conventional villain.