A man on the street was giving out free hummus and pretzels. Just giving them away, without a care in the world. I saw him even dump at least a dozen packages of hummus in an elderly man’s backpack. This good Samaritan had a cart and a giant Santa like sack over his shoulder. The summer Santa, showering the city with gifts of chickpea and pretzel love.
To all of you out there in the great big world who consider yourselves makers of the worlds best pancakes, I’m not meaning to deflate your ego, but there is a recently 12 year old boy out there who can and will always forever make better pancakes than you.
You will tell him that the eggs are getting cold, that he should put more than one on the griddle at a time, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
The moment you bite into one of those guys while sitting in the sunny backyard with an even sunnier dog on your lap… you’ll know.
Orderves is not the correct spelling but has become commonly used over years of misuse. In fact, the correct term is simply Derves. However, people began to slur them together in areas of the world (certain households) were Derves were particularly delicious and filling, because a common question would be “Would you prefer dinner or derves?”
People were asked so often, they began to just call it Orderves and the true meaning of the word was lost. Instead you had dinner AND orderves. Therefor the quality of orderves fell because they were accompanied by dinner.
However, sometime when one puts a particular extra effort into it, one will find himself entirely full and satisfied after simply eating orderves and have no need for dinner at all.
In these rare cases, it was not orderves that were consumed, but derves.
Merry Christmas Eve. I got these awesome tacos yesterday. They’re kinda festive. Red and green, right?
But really, happy holidays.
These tacos were awesome. They were piping hot and acted as my gloves in the freezing cold. That’s why I picked the hotest hot sauce, and man was it hot. When my little brother tried to pour the hot sauce on his taco, the man behind the stand almost slapped it out of his hand. I mean this sauce was hot. It was little-kid-eats-this-i-get-sued hot.
Ya’ll ever had pine needle tea? It’s kinda cool and funky the first few sips. Then it tastes like sap. The concept is cool though. I mean, you soak pine needles in hot water for a long time and then poor it in a glass and everyone drinks it with a smile on their face cause we’re in the woods and it makes sense to drink pine needle tea in the woods, but really we would all prefer coffee or hot chocolate, but we drink it anyway.
This Indian restaurant we went to in New York uses millions of flashing lights as their marketing campaign.
The restaurant was founded by two brothers. I like to imagine the dollar store down the street was having a going out of business sale and everything was going for 50% off. Punjab, the younger brother of the two couldn’t help but just buy all of the flashing lights the place sold. When he came home he and his brother tried to figure out what to do with all the lights.
we could open a restaurant.
And they did.
The weirdest part is, there are three other Indian restaurants with millions of flashing lights all within the same five feet and there’s someone standing outside each door yelling for you to come into their restaurant and not their competition’s. The catch is only one has good food, the other three are imitation blow offs.
We chose the good one.
But really, four identical storefronts all stacked on top of each other? Some one needs to learn about competitive differentiation.