Is she available? I’m talking about the pizza.
Still doing this low-carb diet thing. And although I’ve fallen off the no-carb wagon a few times, my weight is really coming down.
But here are some things I really, really miss:
- Twix bars
- Spaghetti with garlic bread
- Black Beans
- Ice Cream
- Beer (although I’m allowed a few Mich Ultras)
I can eat all the cheese but none of the fruit.
So I’m doing this low carb thing for two weeks, and I’m learning tons of important lessons. For instance, did you know you get tipsy quicker without carbs? Sure, you can eat all the meat, cheese and eggs you want, but they don’t slow down alcohol processing at all.
Learned that lesson last night, and regretting it this morning.
Also, eating meat, cheese and eggs doesn’t quite fill you up like a good hunk of bread or plate of pasta. I’m starving, always. But I’m happy to eat cheese and not feel guilty about it.
Also, I can drink bourbon and wine. So there’s that.
So far it’s been three days, and I’ve lost three pounds. Woot!
Get in my belly!
Tonight my itinerary includes making a batch of chocolate cookies with those delightful peanut butter chips. Yes, there will be mass consumption of raw cookie dough, and I am not afraid.
I am afraid of North Korea and the ignorant mind of Donald Trump, but I am not afraid of eating cookie dough.
Call me crazy.
$1 train beers!
Have you ever wanted to escape your life for a night and rekindle those simple joys you experienced as a child? Like an impromptu trip to Dairy Queen, or capturing lightning bugs in a jar, or knowing your TV night includes new episodes of “Who’s the Boss” followed by “Growing Pains.”
I know a place where you can channel that joy but still be an adult — because you have to be at least 21 to participate.
It’s called Pleasure Ridge Pizza, or PRP for short, and it’s located off of Crittenden Drive, right near the train tracks. And while the pizza is good and the atmosphere is sporty, the true fun comes when a train goes by — which can happen quite often.
Because every time a train goes by, you can order a (domestic) beer for $1. And I can’t tell you how thrilling it is to have the bartender throw down a bucket of beer in front of you, and then hear that familiar blare of the horn and see the blinking lights on the gates as they close off the road. The bartender immediately will ring the special bell, and patrons high-five in glee.
One night I swear at least five trains went by within 90 minutes. Luckily I’m a quick Uber ride away. And I suggest you Uber, because you never know how many beers will be placed in front of you over the course of the evening. It’s like college all over again.
I never knew how much I loved trains until now.
Smurf Ice Cream is smurfy!
I have proof that Smurf Ice Cream still exists at King’s Island. A friend’s daughter sent the photo confirming the evidence.
She says it’s now called Banshee Ice Cream, which makes no sense. And at one point — after the Smurfs had vacated the theme park back in the day — it was simply called “Blue Cone.”
But the point is, it’s my favorite ice cream ever in the world of all worlds, if that makes any sense. Every time I went as a teenager, I would be sure to stop by the one shop that serves it twice — once when I got there, and once on my way out. And, of course, it had to have rainbow sprinkles.
I’ve since tried to recreate the delicious flavor, and I’ve come close with blueberry Blizzards and shakes. But it looks like I might need to revisit King’s Island soon for a taste of my youth. I’ll skip the Vortex this time and just hit La Rosa’s pizza and maybe ride the pirate ship — middle seat, of course (hint: there’s never a line).
I ordered the beer to make the photo look more authentic.
There’s a new pizza joint in town, and it goes by the name of Butchertown Pizza Hall. I took a quick trip there for lunch yesterday and loved what I saw and put in my mouth. The place is run by the guy who opened the now-closed Papalinos Pizza in the Highlands, so if you liked that type of New York-style pizza, you’ll like this.
Here’s more from my visit. The best part is, they have a full bar and pizza by the slice.
Pizza. It’s not just for breakfast anymore.
Bourbon on tap!
Checked out the new Parlour Pizza last night in Jeffersonville, which is located at the base of the Big Four Bridge. Very cool digs that include an indoor pizza restaurant, an outdoor patio complete with corn hole, a carriage house with its own 30+ beer options, and an upstairs cocktail bar featuring mother-fuckin’ bourbon on tap!
The place is an ideal spot to stop after walking or biking across the bridge. The thin-crust pizza is delicious, and the 42 beer options keep it interesting.
Highlights were the homemade garlic butter, the BBQ chicken pizza, the peppercorn ranch salad, the American Beauty beer concoction created by carriage house manager Windy Wonder, and, of course, the Old Forester Signature on tap.
Run, don’t walk, to Parlour. The biggest challenge is deciding which space you want to occupy. My favorites were the carriage house and cocktail bar.