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Monthly Archives: April 2016
Eddie Pensier writes: I first tasted Balcones Baby Blue at the marvelous Seven Grand whisky bar in downtown Los Angeles. The friendly and knowledgeable barkeep Paul was a big fan but warned me not to get too attached to the stuff: … Continue reading
Fabrizio del Wrongo writes: Which do you prefer: red Russians, white Russians, or blonde Russians? Lera, sometimes known as Camille, was a popular Euro-model for a couple of years during the ’00s, appearing on several of the big sites in … Continue reading
Blowhard, Esq. writes: Ingredients: 1 batch of green chile seasoning mix, recipe below 1 1/2 to 2 pounds boneless, skinless chicken (breasts, thighs, or some mix of the two) 1 package of corn tortillas 1 small red onion 1 bunch of … Continue reading
Paleo Retiree writes: A brightly-colored, super-polished confection starring Gina Lollobrigida that crosses two genres of its era: the marriage-is-impossible farce and the Americans-touring-Europe-by-bus comedy. (I watched in on this disc.) My wife hated it, and we both wondered if it might not … Continue reading
Eddie Pensier writes: Horace Moore-Jones, Simpson And His Donkey (1918) Related Previous ANZAC-themed AdJ here, and here.
Paleo Retiree writes: This film (which recently appeared on Netflix Instant) isn’t an informative, clear, traditional documentary. It isn’t an expressive cine-essay, like “Sans Soleil” or “Be Here to Love Me,” either. Instead, it’s an impressionistic, reverential, dark thing — almost … Continue reading