Vodka & Pancakes

the things I eat and the drinks I drink…a Louisiana blog


Tim Love…and Songs about Cheese Sticks.

I’ve noticed over the years I like to make foods songs.

I was telling my new friends from Baton Rouge (I have to keep mentioning that because I rarely make new friends) about how I was kicked out of one of Tim Love’s restaurants (doesn’t matter, he’s a goober) named Duce (doesn’t matter, that restaurant was bad).  After I was kicked out, although I actually like to use the term “escorted out”, I went to Sonic and ordered cheese sticks.  Obviously.  So to order, I sang a song into the ordering monitor box about how I love cheese sticks and ranch.  I can be incredibly creative or incredibly stupid, I like to toe the line of each.

My boyfriend politely informed me he thinks it’s a trait I have gained from my father.  If you’ve met my father then you would understand.


All the pictures I had of this event I would rather not appear on the internets.  So here is a picture of President Kitty.

Anyway, after the ‘escorting’ business (sounds sexy) I went back for dinner one night (to Duce, not to Sonic).  I look back and wonder who goes back to a restaurant they were kicked out of? I’m thinking that was one of the more ‘incredibly stupid’ things I’m apt to do.  They didn’t have anything vegetarian but said they could make me some type of cheese risotto.

“Ok fine.  Sounds gross but ok fine.”  I received a goo pile of some sort of cheese rice surrounded by fried spinach.  Who fries spinach?  It’s the one food in the world I had thought impossible to fattyfryup.  Someone somewhere (apparently cooking in Tim Love’s goober kitchen) was like, “here’s a great idea, let’s fry spinach.”   This person probably works at the State Fair now.

Although I will say this year they are frying Nutella.  My boyfriend told me I can “fry your own Nutella at home.  We aren’t going to the State Fair just for me to have to watch you eat that.”


But back to my original point that had nothing to do with Tim Love being King Goober or the State Fair of Texas (although in  a good convo, all roads do lead back to Nutella) but it’s that I made some new friends.

Did I mention I made some new friends?



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You Ask and You Shall Receive…




So this blows.

It’s funny because when I went through the pics on my pooter looking for this one, I found it next to the picture titled ‘guy passed out in car’ and ‘tim love equals goober’, all which made me giggle.  Morning giggles.

So I went to cocktail party several weeks ago and everyone was talking about jury duty (zzz) and I mentioned I had never had it (zzz).   Two weeks later this arrives.  I think this was Jesus’ way of telling me to improve my cocktail party banter.  Or to stop writing Jesus jokes in this blog.

Fortunately, I work for myself and can just go galavanting around downtown Monday at 8am when the government informs me to do so.  But unfortunately, Monday is my ‘get over the residual hangover from Sunday day’ and Sunday is ‘eat Happy Bowl in bed all day in the dark day’.  And from that it takes at least 24 hours for the MSG/sodium swelling in my face to go down before I can go in public again.

But my boss gave me the day off which is surprising because she is a real bitch sometimes.


Courthouse, you want me.  You get me.  I think this might be the earliest I have been out of bed since high school.

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Love Shack

I heard Love Shack is moving from it’s location on 7th to somewhere else (apparently from this statement you can see I don’t know where) so we decided to walk over there for dinner last night.

There was live music by a guy who would stop in the middle of every song to talk to the crowd.  Various topics, like what people were eating, how he forgot the lyrics, blahblahblah.  Now, I don’t get out much in terms of seeing live music but I figure you should know the lyrics to the music you composed before you get up there and waste everyone’s time.

I always (and by that…I’ve been twice) get the portabella burger and that’s usually it.  They have those weird flat french fries so we decided to try their ‘famous fried cheese’.  I would advise to stay as far away from that as possible.  They don’t say this on the menu but I actually think it’s just goo.

But that said, I like fried cheese from Sonic so do with all this information what you will.

I guess, all in all, I would say I’m not terribly upset they’re moving but I’m sure a Chili’s Too or something equally terrible will move in.