If Elvis was a Commie with a bad accent....

Remind to stop showing up at events slightly after doors open....

....waiting....


If you're in a Hamtramck bar late at night and happen to be visted by the Ghetto Pizza Fairy, be warned that he doesnt carry change, even if the table next to you paid entirely in singles, and the food is a gamble at best. Tonight's suprise: sausage & pepperoni pizza and cheese sticks with a taste you'd expect coming from a box labeled "Go Fuck Yourself".


The Red Elvises are clearly Your Favorite Band

Get me the hell out of here....

72 more days and I'll be on my way to Vietnam. If this whole North Korea thing blows up, I hope it happens after I arrive in Asia, not before I leave. I'd rather have a reason not to come back home, than a reason not to leave in the first place.

For discerning tastes.....

Select Clock, FINE FOOD.



As seen around 11am....

...but best experienced at 3am once the underage Eastern European girls empty WhiteStar and fill the booths.

M recommends the Steak Delmonico....

...but seems to remember that last time, the "steak" was ground hamburger.