Photos by Blake WhitakerPreparation is keyImagine a catastrophic hurricane has severed communication with the outside world. You're thirsty, but the water coming out of the tap is contaminated. Society has devolved into lawlessness, and your neighbors have stolen your bottled water by torchlight. The bars are probably closed.
But you're not worried -- you've got the LifePack Emergency Water Filter! The device uses a two-bag osmosis system and a shot of something lemon-lime-flavored to turn dir
Photos by Blake WhitakerPreparation is keyImagine a catastrophic hurricane has severed communication with the outside world. You're thirsty, but the water coming out of the tap is contaminated. Society has devolved into lawlessness, and your neighbors have stolen your bottled water by torchlight. The bars are probably closed.
But you're not worried -- you've got the LifePack Emergency Water Filter! The device uses a two-bag osmosis system and a shot of something lemon-lime-flavored to turn dir
Photo by Robb WalshI can't write this column on an empty stomach. It's difficult to maintain your trademark acerbic wit when all you can think is, "I would literally murder somebody for that hamburger / pizza / pastry / whatever insane but incredible dish from Feast we've featured this week."
Having taken a sandwich break, we can now move on.
The week started with a review of Bluebell's three new ice cream flavors - damn it, now I need to find some ice cream -- followed by Mike Giglio's
Photos by Blake WhitakerWhere: Cali Sandwich
What $7 gets you: Delicious Vietnamese sandwiches, and then some.
For seven bucks, you can purchase some greasy burger-joint fare, which is similar to methadone in its ability to induce sickly listlessness and regret. Or, if you're near Midtown, you can pick up what Cali Sandwich markets as the Vietnamese version of fast food.
Despite the marketing, this family-run place is more like a fast-but-fresh café, offering the standard Vietnamese soup and
Photos by Blake WhitakerOn the way to our first ever game-show tryout today, we saw what we took at the time to be cosmic encouragement. Competing for space in Airline Drive's forest of signage was the Moonlight Inn marquee, which spoke to us: "You are awake. Don't dream it -- do it."
Of course, if you're at a motel like the Moonlight Inn, you probably are awake -- high on meth, having sex with a prostitute or both. (Legal note: We said "like the Moonlight Inn," not the Moonlight Inn itse
Photos by Blake WhitakerIt looks like Wilshire Village, that strange, 1940s apartment complex on West Alabama and Dulavy, is finally facing the wrecking ball.
Based on what we've observed so far, the demolition is still in the foreplay stages -- a little sidewalk-breakin', some strategically blown-out windows (safety first!), sleepy-looking dudes in orange vests guiding huge dump trucks into the parking lot -- but we'll keep watching for when the real destruction goes down. (Three more phot
Photo by Katharine ShilcuttThe rare creature herself, captured in the wildTo paraphrase Wayne Campbell, Saint Arnold's Divine Reserve No. 8 is "a fox. In France, she'd be called la renard. Hunted, with only her cunning to protect her." And hunted she truly is.
The extremely limited-production beer (only 1,500 cases were made) was released to the public in Houston yesterday morning and became the object of many a beer nerd's frenzy throughout the day. Fans rabidly scavenged through stores
Photos by Blake WhitakerELECTION FEVER!!!!!! You probably won't catch it.Outside the East End's Settegast Park Community Center this morning, the situation was getting out of hand. Annise Parker and Gene Locke campaign workers were engaged in a shouting matching over one of the myriad issues that have caused bitter rifts between the mayoral candidates and their supporters. A Peter Brown campaigner looked ready to join the fray; a Roy Morales volunteer even glanced up from his Sudoku puzzle to
Photo by Blake Whitaker We always knew it -- even with the closing of the Bookstop, the corner of Alabama and Shepherd is the center of the world. Or the "Center of the World Center," as the city's public works department might put it.We can only be glad that the Amboy Dukes didn't hire the DPW to art-design the cover of what would have become Journey to the Center of the Mind Center. DPW spokesperson Alvin Wright tells Hair Balls he wasn't aware of any possible mis-wording on the sign, but w
