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I used to hate bierocks. My mom made them with sauerkraut, and I thought that’s the way bierocks were meant to be. Well, much to my surprise, I found out bierocks are actually made with cabbage. And a revolution begins! I’ve been making (and freezing) bierocks on and off for the better part of a year. They’re delicious warmed up for lunches. Because of this, I was excited to try a “professional” bierock. And my friend Faye encouraged this adventure. We figured what better place than Bierocks, Brats n BBQ in Delano.

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Karla and I have been trying to hit up The Biggest Cheese since it opened. And because the history of the building is more interesting than our reason for going, I’ll tell you both. First, Karla and I wanted to go because, well, pizza! I mean, who claims to have the biggest cheese and doesn’t have it? Boring, right? So I’ll also tell you the history of the building. It used to be a strip club. Or whatever a PC person calls it. Gentleman’s club? Titty bar? Whatever. I’m not PC. Girls get naked, swing around on poles, and dudes pay them. The building, I’ve been told, is theoretically part of Delano. Although had I not read that somewhere I wouldn’t have known as much. It sits on the corner of Maple and Seneca. And boy was it interesting.

How big is their cheese, you ask? Stay tuned.

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OK, first of all, I want to say I LOVE Delano. I feel like I’m in a small town in western Kansas when I’m there. I wish the part of town were a little nicer (safety-wise) and there were houses with basements and I’d TOTALLY move there! That said, Karla and I didn’t intend to actually eat IN Delano (well, it’s probably still technically Delano, but I always consider Delano on Douglas). We WANTED to eat at The Biggest Cheese, but they were closed. Everybody boo The Biggest Cheese! But, seriously, if anyone knows their hours or if they’re closed for good, let me know. We will be devastated if they’re dunzo. In lieu of eating pizza, Karla drove up and down Douglas and we decided to eat at Egg Roll King. Because, HELL YEAH!

地獄呀!

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This is a long overdue post. Jeanette and I rocked some Wichita Fish Company several weeks ago. It was delicious, life was good. Afterwords we went down the street to The Shamrock, where it was bike night. No, literally, bike night. People riding bicycles. And we encountered a couple of creepers. One who thought Jeanette’s nose was cute. Not that it’s NOT cute, but dude was still creepy.

Fish? And it’s not Friday? And we don’t feel like it’s punishment?

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For the past few days I’ve had lots of hits on here for Sonic’s new Spicy Southwest Breakfast Burrito. I think because of my post about the disgusting-don’t-waste-your-time Braum’s Southwest Burrito…. I’d heard the commercials, and I have to say I was mostly intrigued by the promise of crispy jalapeno strips. But the thought of a 1,000 calorie burrito first thing in the morning wasn’t very appetizing (mind you that was my estimation of the calorie count, stay tuned for the actual count). Always up to a challenge set directly or indirectly by my readers, I ventured out to Sonic. I figured, if nothing else I could start my morning with a Diet Cherry Vanilla Coke. Sweet, frosted deliciousness!

So far, I look like any other burrito… Kind of boring. Huh. Why do I like burritos? Oh, wait. OK. Focus.

Burrito: “Will you wish you’d had my cousin the SuperSonic Breakfast Burrito instead?”

Only time, and chewing, will tell!

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After a delicious dinner at El Mexico, Jeanette and I headed down (or would it be up? probably up) the street for drinks at Whiskey Dicks. I’ll admit I have wanted to go there for about a year, before it was Whiskey Dicks (when it was Old English Pub), so I’m amped that it’s my VERY FIRST bar review. My curiosity stemmed from knowing my great aunt and uncle used to own the building and run a grocery store in it. A few of my uncles even lived in the apartment over the store. Well, that’s when it was an apartment. I think it’s used for an office now. But I digress. We’re off to Whiskey Dicks. The good kind. Not the kind that ruins your night….. Hopefully.


What girl doesn’t want a little whiskey dick in her life? Oh, wait. Right…

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