Southern California is enjoying/enduring another heat wave this week, and the millions of cars that live out here are cooking. One of them is literally cooking.
Nobody came to the office this past Friday except Patrick and I. It was miserable. To enhance our misery further in this lousy world, we decided to have an argument about cars. A cargument, if you will. Because food in cars is disgusting, and you should all be ashamed of yourselves.
On Sunday night, there were, at first, reports of an explosion in rural Ohio along State Route 571 in New Carlisle. What it seems to have been instead was just a massive silo collapse, which spilled 10,000 tons of corn across the road. The road remains closed.
Thanksgiving, I will never understand you. In theory, setting aside a day to give thanks is okay, I guess, even though you should do that every day. In practice, everybody looks like I just told them that I have a rare sexually transmitted disease only found in bears when I say I hate turkey. It’s become a dumb…
Eating and driving is almost never as clean or easy as you’d like; most of the common foods you’re likely to drive and eat are at best awkward and at worst a filthy disaster. So instead of beating ourselves up about it, why don’t we find a way to make it better? I gave it a shot, and now someone needs to make it…
Step One: open can of frankfurters. Step Two: put can of frankfurters in a fire. Step Three: consume frankfurters.
When Pan Am was serving seven course meals on first class, it only took two-three hours for the lovely flight attendants to present all that food. Here's how they remember the parties on the 707s.
If you're filthy rich and looking to charter a large private jet, you can bring a two-starred Michelin chef along to do your cooking. Privajet's Boeing Business Jet seats 18, sleeps 9, and promises some of the best meals upon which you'll ever dine.
Italy and their Autogrills? Not bad, but America does highway stops better. And these ten places are the musts. Bon appétit.
You'll eat at hole-in-the-walls, dives and strip malls for authentic, local tastes, but how are you feeling about that kabob place inside the Sunoco? Here lies the newest conundrum for American foodies to ponder: The rise of the gas station restaurant. Have you dined at any?
Grand Theft Auto's famous Cluckin' Bell chain of restaurants have a mainstay menu item called the Fowl Burger. Looking like a filthy chicken burger, costing only $1 and regenerating health makes them magical. So magical it's worth trying to prepare your own, in the real world.
A woman and her daughter is suing American Airlines and flight catering company Sky Chefs for one million dollars, claiming that their airplane food killed her husband. I would sue Sky Chefs for crimes against humanity and good taste.
America is many things: Freedom. Food. Quality. The freedom to eat food lacking in quality. And Cadillacs. I took a 556-hp, rear-wheel-drive Cadillac into fast-food America, stuffing myself silly in search of truth and excess. This is what I found.
We decided to hold the First Annual LeMons South Chili Cook-Off today, and the Best Chili Presentation trophy- if we had such a thing- would have to go to the Tunachuckers Volvo Amazon team.
Working a 24 Hours Of LeMons race is exhausting, to put it mildly, so the LeMons HQ crew always seeks out the best pit party after a day's race session. The choice was easy last night!
Wouldn't it be great to get off work, maybe key-stripe Bill Lumbergh's Porsche as you head through the parking lot, and open your car door to the aroma of fresh chocolate chip cookies?
This is what happens when women with a peculiar attraction to seafood and automobiles bring out the sushi knife and the tuna.
Even though drivers who do Wrong Things as a result of distraction caused by cellphones, radio adjustment, or 8-hose hookahs get no mercy from John Law, Justin Vonkummer figures he has an airtight excuse for speeding through Salisbury, Connecticut, in his '93 BMW: he was dunking an Oreo in a cup of milk while driving…