Our country’s current economic hardships have finally gotten to be too much to handle for me. First, it was the ridiculous gas prices. Then bread, milk and other basic groceries started inflating their prices. Now it has hit right where it counts… dining establishments. Too much! (more…)

I have had it, people. This foreign outsourcing of our jobs has finally reached a height that has made my blood officially boil. The straw that broke this camel’s back had nothing to do with lines of picketers or the underemployed masses of dislocated workers. No, it was much simpler than that. 4 letters, my friends, have sent me over the edge: B-E-E-R. (more…)

Beijing tourism officials are asking restaurants not to serve xiangrou, aka - dog meat, during the Olympic Games this summer. If a patron of the restaurant requests a dog dish, the wait staff is supposed to suggest an alternative. I was very disappointed to hear this. One of my favorite parts of traveling is trying the local cuisine! When you go to Chicago, you demand the deep dish pizza. When you go to Galveston, you sample the shrimp kisses. When you go to China, you should be able to consume the canine.

After a weekend of old friends, I am left in a very nostalgic mood. A loyal Mestew reader (and lifelong friend of M.E. and myself) entered the scary world of marriage on Saturday. Along with the wedding came stories about the old days and whole pile of new memories. It is not the custom of Mestew to share personal stories, but in this case, I will give you a few lessons learned from this past weekend that may very well apply to all of us. I just can’t believe how the time has FLOWN!!! (more…)

I would like to take this moment to thank Salmonella for making my lunch and dinner orders a lot easier. See Nation, I love food. You name it and chances are I’ll like it. Common foods, strange foods, home cookin’, international cuisine, etc. However, there are only two things that I truly despise in or on my food: mushrooms and raw tomatoes. The latest salmonella scare has taken tomatoes off the menu at many restaurants, both small and large. I can’t tell you how many times I order my sandwich or burger at a place requesting no tomato only to get back to my desk to find the red bastards hidden between the bun and meat. To thank you for infecting Mexican and Floridian tomatoes that have spread throughout our country, I have written you this little song in tribute:

Keep up the good work, buddy. And while you’re at it, feel free to make friends with the mushrooms of the world so I don’t have to read the fine print when ordering a steak!