On our way home tonight, Pete asked what I wanted to do when we got home. I quickly responded make my ramen and watch Entourage.

His response: Ram-En-Tourage!

Why did I even waste my time eating here? Oh right… I was hungry. Maybe I’m spoiled growing up with Nifty Fifty’s, but 5 Guys Burgers and Fries does nothing for me. The burgers are average at best, the fries were okay and they get points for having malt vinegar for their fries, but the small menu, the lousy service (they got my order wrong… on a cheeseburger with the works) and the color scheme rip off of Nifty Fifty’s make it a very lackluster experience in my stomach’s eye. 

I think this is my first dislike, and boy did I dislike. I may have to eat at Nifty Fifty’s to repair the damage.

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If you’ve been paying any attention, you know that we spent our weekend deep in geekiness.  The Philadelphia ComicCon, formerly known as Wizard World, took place at the Pennsylvania Convention Center Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  I tagged along because I wanted to be a good reporter and because the boys needed a cub photographer.  Luckily for me, comics seemed to be one of the last things on the agenda at the convention.  I felt a little silly passing out cards that clearly stated my dislikes included comics, but was redeemed by the many people enjoying my title of “token girl”.   There will be more to follow on everyone’s thoughts on ComicCon tomorrow, but I needed to sneak a post in tonight because I had an agenda. Read more of this article »

A co-worker could tell I needed an assist today and provided this fine cross-branded treat from Leigh Valley Dairy Farms (official milk sponsor of the Philadelphia Flyers): Power Play Breakaway Chocolate milk.

It was delicious.

Let’s go Flyers!

I’m sure there is plenty that happens in Philadelphia every single weekend.  So after you read this, please don’t feel the need to tell me about all those other busy, busy Philly weekends.  I don’t really care about those.  I am generally a homebody.  I don’t need to go out to every event.  As I rode the train down to the city today, I thought about how hot it was outside.  And how this first weekend in June has seemed to be impossibly hot every year since we moved into the city.  I was wondering why there were at least 30 other people getting on the 1:15 train with me on a Friday afternoon.  Does no one work anymore? Read more of this article »