Behold: simplified beer can chicken for 2. Sure you could go the badass route of stuffing a whole chicken with a leaking beer can, but that is both labor intensive and way too much food. This little ditty is perfect for a summer evening date outdoors. The object is to stay outside for the course of the evening. That means banging under the stars. Make like your primitive ancestors who never heard of the concept of shame or waiting until marriage. For those hairy bastards it was all banging all the time. Use the beer marinade as an excuse for your barbaric behavior. “It was the booze flavored meat that made me strip down to a fur loincloth, club you and drag you by the hair into my cave!” Read the rest of this entry »
COOK TO BANG BRINGS YOU ROOFTOP SUPPER CLUB
September 17, 2012A little self-promotion now and again doesn’t hurt. So in an effort to share my love of cooking, I have started a New York City-based supper club. Our inaugural event is this Wednesday on a private rooftop in Greenpoint enjoy an intimate dining, drinking, and entertainment experience with a panoramic view of the New York skyline. My collaborator is Will Holloway, my college friend, fellow food elitist, now blogger of Rooftop Brooklyn. We are locally sourcing our ingredients for a 6-course meal pairing them with seasonally inspired cocktails and fine wines. Classical guitarist Rupert Boyd who has played Carnegie Hall will round out the evening, creating an enchanting and unforgettable evening. Read the rest of this entry »
PICNIC TO BANG
June 8, 2012Food on the go doesn’t always mean artery-shattering fast food in greasy paper bags. Call it a picnic and suddenly you’re the classiest bastard alive. Cooking at home certainly makes post-meal banging a foregone conclusion, but sometimes you need to mix it up. Taking your homemade treats elsewhere can be an adventure that allows your date to get comfortable with you. The clear advantage to a picnic date is not blowing your paycheck at a restaurant. Plus it’s romantic in spite of it being a tad cliché. My retort to that is women always flock to recycled cliché romantic comedies ad nausea. Many a picnic date have yielded me randy rewards. One went so well that I was cited in a park for public indecency when my date and I were caught in the backseat of her Prius, which was surprisingly roomy. Apparently all the parents of impressionable youngsters didn’t appreciate our tomfoolery. Read the rest of this entry »