Entries from April 2008 ↓

Just another Pet peeve:

Do you know what I hate?

I hate it when I go to a restaurant and people read the menu and always ask What are you having? Why? Why do they ask? They are asking for one of three reasons.

1) THEY ARE NOSEY
2) THEY ARE GOING TO JUMP MY IDEA ( OH, I WAS GOING TO GET THAT TO)
3) THEY ARE TRYING TO SEE HOW EXPENSIVE AN ITEM YOU ARE GETTING, SO THAT THEY CAN GAUGE WHAT THEY ARE GETTING.

What does it matter? Why can’t people make up there own mind. I do not care what they are having. I do not like it when I order something, and someone who had already ordered before me says to the waitress ” Oh that sounds good, can you change my order. I will have that too”

In the same vein, I hate it when you sit down and people wait to see if you are having a drink. If you do they will.If you don’t they won’t.

Be an individual, be your own man. GET YOUR OWN DAMN MEAL, and stop asking me what I am having.
FYI if you eat like me, you will start looking like me. That ought to scare you enough.

In the old location, it was OK… I liked going there.
They moved down the street, and it lost whatever luster it had. It once had a nice bar, and a few staple items you could count on.

The new location sucks, the food sucks, and the bar sucks. I cannot say anything positive about Cafe Christina. Except maybe the waitstaff is nice. Toni is exceptional.

last night I ordered the “special” Philly cheesteak spring rolls. I know they are bad for you, but, if I am going to kill myself eating that crap, it should taste good. The rolls were devoid of any cheese or steak. They tasted like some sort of frozen packaged crap you would buy at the store. I got the pizza for the main course. AGAIN, F-ing AWFUL. How do you screw up Pizza. it was over seasoned with prmesan cheese and tasted frozen.

Do NOT go there, unless you have to go with friends that insist it is ok.

One monty star out of 5

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Monty

They erected a new Statue of Greg in the center of town, We are having the unveiling and the ceremony on June 3rd. Please come out and join us for the festivities. Bring the kids and have a ball.

Sneek preview:

A man with a wooden leg wanted to buy fire insurance for his leg. The first actuary quoted an annual premium of $500, estimating that the leg would burn once in 20 years and the value of the leg is $10,000. The second actuary quoted an annual premium of $50. When the second actuary was asked how he arrived at such a small figure, he replied, “I have this situation in the fire schedule rating table. The object is a wooden structure with an upper sprinkler, isn’t it?”

I went 49 years 10 months and 11 days before my first spa treatment.

Oh No not me! I am not a fag. I would not be caught dead in a spa. Spa’s were for woman, queers( editorial remark) (“Fags and Queers” prefer to be called gay) and pervs.( I will probably hear from the association of perverts next)

Was I ever wrong. Pat Murry had a vision and started the Black Tie Spa in Norwell just for men. He had to turn people like me into believers. I believe. I am hooked.

No more long lines at the barber. no more haircuts with two options: boys regular or crew cut!

I also tried the womans hair salon thing !that was a bust! you made an appt. for say 5:00 and you were made to wait in the waiting area for 45 minutes while some blue hair had her few remaining strands foiled. The worst part was that the magazines were like redbook, glamour or people. that crap is not worth reading.

why go to the black tie?

People are awesome

It is comfortable ( Big leather chairs and a HD big screen)

No waiting ( even if you waited, it would not suck)

great value (Less expensive than you would think)

Go for a haircut and a massage and tell them Monty sent you. Say hi to Tammy, Allie, Vivian,Jenna, Ginny, Sharon & Katie

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I had lunch with Dale, Anne and kevin yesterday at the cheesecake factory. I went kicking and screaming. Lunch at the mall is not my thing, as is franchise restaurants.

What a surprise, after parking a mile away and waiting in line for 10 minutes we were seated in a booth.What came next was a surprise. Good food, and plenty of it.

We started with the deep fried mac & cheese

and the sliders. Both were excellent. I had the fish and chips, and the others had the kobe burger, ceasar salad, and a bountiful turkey club. Everyone gave a nod and a burp after the meal, so I guess it was good.

Bring your appetite the portions are big, and you cannot leave the place without having a slice of cheesecake. That would be like going to Nathans and not having a hot dog, or going to Kelley’s and not having roast beef.

The service was good and professional, although the foreign waiter was pleasant but hard to understand ( I have been meaning to take a class in Bangladesh but have not got around to it).

The price was good. very good value.

I will go back. No drinks to report on this trip ( what a shock) I will save that for the next time. They serve ” well mannered dirty martini” that sounds good.

I give it 4 Monty stars out of 5

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Anne

Kevin

Dale

CARMEN:

A woman scanned the guests at a party and spotted an attractive man, standing alone. She approached him. “My name is Carmen,” she told him.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he replied, “Is it a family name?”

“No,” she replied. “I gave it to myself. It reflects the things I like most — cars and men.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

He said, “Bob Titsenbeer”

What would yours be????

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Here we go again, only a month has passed from the last fraud holiday that the state has passed. On March 17th we had evacuation day, which happens to fall on st patricks day every year, so that the politicians can have off and drink all day ( not that there is anything wrong with that) Now we have Patriots day.

This was a made up holiday, so that we could run a marathon through the streets and have a day game at Fenway Park.

It seems  only the state has the day off.

The marathon. This was ok when a bunch of locals that did not have anything better to do than run 26 + miles as fast as they can, but now, it is run for the benefit of a bunch of anorexic Africans, who win every year, and then go back to the bush or where ever it is they came from with a pile of cash and a new Mercedes.

They handicap golfers, why not the skinny Africans. make their bony asses run like 30 miles. make it fair. how about they start me at say Coolidge corner. I will have a beer at ever pub I pass and a slice of pizza at every sub shop. I think I could beat the field.

The next time you think about running 26 miles, do this… Lie down until the thought passes. You will thank me for it.

Monty

Classic scenes:

classic scenes. there are sooo many