Friday, January 7, 2011
Yes, it's official. Chris and Pitts Anaheim closed down; it was not a sales tactic or a myth. R.I.P. my favorite place to eat, you will be missed more than the rat tail my mom cut off the back of my head in 4th grade.
I am still alive...I have just been concentrating on my studies...doing super well in my choice of academic achievement. I miss my blog terribly, and every time I try a new lipstick, or find a great recipe, or check out a new awesome escape from the horrors of Orange County...I think of my wonderful readers and hope to be back to a state of consciousness that involves free time. Alas, now it is time for homework!
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Okay haterz…I know this place is in Anacrime, I know the sign looks like the bulbs have been there since the 40’s, and I know you might be daunted by the apparent lack of front parking…but this living legend of barbeque delight may or may not be here in a few years! Go support this place, or you’ll be “remembering the olden days” with your grandkids.
Famous for its delicious barbeque sauce and home-spun staff, not to mention the rodeo-meets-funeral-home decor, Chris and Pitts is in my top three restaurants. The portions are immense! Try the Steak Sandwich (and make sure to get the Pepper Recipe on top). Also, the pork sandwich is great also.
BTW…bring a jacket, I don’t care if it’s like the face of the sun outside, inside is positively polar and there is no draft-free zone. I repeat: you will freeze solid if you don’t bring an extra layer.
A side note: get a malted shake! Big enough to split with your hubby…and great in Strawberry.
I had to include lots of pictures! Wow, the crazy red booths with brass studs. Wow, the hotel carpet. Eyeball the walls, there’s also some good signage.
Here’s a great shot of my husband trying desperately to win his love a Grim doll, and losing two dollars trying. Note the frustration.
The mystery part of the restaurant: in all the times I’ve eaten here, I’ve never been seated in this section and it fascinates me…who sits there and when? Presidents? Mafia? Cattle Ranchers?
Last but not least: somebody frost-flamed the front window in the waiting area. There is also a Pac-Man machine and a big TV with the volume on like, negative two.
GO HERE AND EAT LIKE AN AMERICAN!
With all my love, Daggers
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Let me start off by saying that the food was not that great. There is an extensive selection of choices, and the inspiration is on a world scale. I had the Fried Shrimp with Three Cheese Macaroni. Although the shrimp was OUTSTANDING (and all shrimp is going to be a luxury soon), the macaroni was kinda bland, like something you would make for a heart patient. Plus there were croutons on it, bonus weird! The Cole slaw that came with it was as crappy as any other Cole slaw you’ve gotten at a restaurant. I’m on the wagon, so I had a Coke, can’t really say if the drinks are worth anything. My hubby had an open-face steak sandwich that was clobbered with shoestring onions, yuck. He didn’t like his order at all. He also hated the macaroni.
The service was stellar. Our waitress was a total sweetheart; we went with nine people and we were treated as if we were individual patrons. Heads up: If you are going with this many people they want you to split the check up ahead of your order.
The decor was a nightmare! It looked as if it was decorated by a menopausal Target store. Africa threw up in there. I did like the animal statues, but I’ll admit they were a bit kitsch. The coolest thing was the domed ceiling over the bar, but I spent most of the time in the restaurant shouting at the Angels game from my table across the way. All in all, it was a great group of people meeting at a halfway-decent locale for substandard food that we wolfed down anyway…not a total loss. Stay tuned for some other place to go instead!
And until then, take care…Your faithful Dags
Saturday, May 29, 2010
This being said, I would like to speak to you about some profound ideas that were shared with me by the most level-headed dreamer I’ve met recently. Think about those times when you say, “I’m a klutz”, or “I don’t think I can do this…”, or “I look so ugly today”, etc. Now think about when you go to a get-together and someone says “You look ill, are you feeling dizzy?”. Usually it takes multiple people telling you that you look sick for you to start thinking, “Am I sick?” That is the power of suggestion though, and eventually you will reach for your forehead for a temp check or start looking for a chair to sit down in. But you have that power too, and with it you can create your reality as you see fit.
Don’t believe me? Try this…next time you are somewhere and you are feeling tired or worn out, find a place where you can talk out loud to yourself without people cutting their eyes at you. Say to yourself ten times over, “I feel great; I don’t feel tired at all.” Try to use forceful statements that empower you! Amazingly, this works better than coffee to pep your step. The reasoning behind this is that your thoughts are up in your brain brewing like an electrical storm…with no real guidance, they ebb and flow and can be intangible. When you vocalize, you have to form the words with the muscles of your mouth…you have to focus those thoughts and produce them out loud. Your ears then hear the words and re-translate to your brain, giving you instant reaffirmation. It’s quite simple in theory, but the results are nothing short of sensational.
The man who broke this down to me cited examples, his affliction was that he was notoriously afraid of bees. There was actually a time where he jumped in a pool in a RENTED TUX to escape a swarm that attacked a wedding he was attending. Another example: he jumped out of his car while it was in motion to get away from a bee.
Using this out-loud self-convincing technique, he began to tell himself, “I love bees; bees are cute. If they sting me, they’ll die, why would they want to do that? Bees are more afraid of me than I could ever be of them.” and so on and so forth. Later in life, someone snapped a picture of him with a bee on his face. Amazing, right?
I’ve been trying it with my self-confidence, and I’m quite happy to report that Inside Knockout definitely is listening to Outside Knockout…and the results of my Stuart Smalley-esque affirmation rampages are starting to show. Let’s stay positive, and remember, I think you are beautiful, every blessed last one of you women improve the world in ways you can’t fathom. If I didn’t think you were worth the time, I surely wouldn’t write you all of this!
Until next we meet again……………Hugs, Dags
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
The Pacific. Being of a type that falls asleep as soon as I see monochrome, anything with propellers, maps, and bombs in black and white usually causes me to turn the channel. Although I listened enraptured to amazing stories from my family about their service time, the particulars of Army politics (much like algebra) confuse me a little. Anyone who has ever served could tell you about being alone in the middle of a hundred people. As far as my opinion, nobody has so far been able to put you in the laps of the individuals as candidly (er…graphically) as the Pacific. The Norman Rockwell-esque checkups on the families of the soldiers and their trials at home throw my dirt-and-blood-vision off a little though. It’s like when we first watched the cast of Survivor get dirty immediately: they fall victim to insects and diseases of the jungle…although friendly fire and love pangs seem to do more to the characters than the malaria. I did have to do some fast-forwarding of humpy parts, and the gore factor is pretty amped (it doesn’t help that the three main colors are green, dirt, and blood). Definitely for adults only, war buffs, and anyone who wished A Thin Red Line didn’t suck so hard.
Star Wars: The Clone Wars is my favorite action show as of this season. Any SW fan is going to get a kick out of this show in the first season, but as you progress to Season 2, the trials of Anakin and Obi Wan are story-specific, and there are a couple of nods, one to film noir and one in memoriam Akira Kurosawa. The most notable differences to me between the first and second season were a) the over-the-shoulder swooping cam style that puts you right where you need to be to catch every breathtaking detail, and b) the intense escalation of gore. I am of the old school of movie watchers that expects PG to save me or something. Truth is – the second season benefits from the additional violence. It’s kinda how you always wanted Star Wars…driving, dramatic…and 22 minutes per episode.
p.s. Combining two of my reasons for existing...
What I’ve Been Up To:
Typing my face off…getting ready for the semester to start…connecting with old friends…exploring my dimensions…and waiting breathlessly for a VIP Hug :)
Stay strong. I see that a lot of us are going through hard times. If it makes you feel a little better, I’ve noticed something about myself that has attributed to the greatest gain in emotional growth yet…I have found that it’s the moments I spend empathizing with others (instead of only myself) that polish the mold. Although blogging is self-directed, it has opened me up to a world where free speech and personal revelation is rewarded with posterity if not empathy.
Listen more. You will hear things that would blow your mind. I didn’t even know that my neighbor was a soprano!
Until next time take care - Dags
Saturday, April 24, 2010
I had a delicious test of two new beers: Murphy’s Irish Stout, and Boddingtons (staying with the 16-oz so I could cram as much OMG DELICIOUS sandwich in my face as possible). They also have a wonderful Chili Bowl. Your ADD will appreciate the thousand signs decorating the wall (check out the huge Guinness mirror by the front door, and the prosthetic leg over the bar).
All in all, a great place to share stories over lunch or dinner. The staff is very attentive and always willing to suggest a new taste from the massive brew selection. Also, two doors down from The Continental, an establishment which has been there since 1925 and serves death-sentence-recipe cocktails (I suggest a Double Old Fashioned, a mixture of bitters, bourbon, and 7-Up that will kick your rebel butt). Tons of taxis in Fullerton, so park somewhere free and stay a while.
I did take pictures, but I accidentally deleted them, a little new to my camera still. Also the bison head over the bar proved un-photographable, so no big loss. I'm sure I'll be back soon!