Bender, you are a MORON. This is your most useless observation yet. No one can top this idea for its outstanding idiocy. You belong in a geriatric ward. Adult diapers are on sale at Target. Get some Now.
Kansas City is the largest urban entity on the longest river in North America.
What should be the most protected, most celebrated and most inspiring part of the civic landscape isn't.
While I applaud the newest step forward, the real clincher for this town and this river would be the construction of a footbridge over the Mighty Mo.
My architect of choice for such a project would be Santiago Calatrava.
The Missouri River, whether you know it or not, is the heart and soul of this town.
Water is the literal lifeblood for humans and cities. A bridge just for walking will refocus and raise the bar for all the good things this town stands for.
Done right, the bridge could be as famous as the Arch in St. Louis or a certain tower in a certain french city. It is as possible to make this happen as our capacity for possibility allows to imagine.
Here is the hard truth about discounted prices.
Cafe' Trio is locked into discounts forever.
In the long run you lose. Discount patrons are exactly that. Notoriously disloyal, they will go on to the next cheap place on the list rather than return and pay full price. Servers hate this nonsense and suffer for it. To say otherwise is lying. Coupons attract a certain class of diner I would characterize as D list. Cafe' Trio the best to you, but you have marginalized yourself in a rock solid negativity that does not bode well for long term viability.
Was Rod Anderson in the neighborhood???
Hopefully Celina will cook her famous pot roast. I had it at her restaurant once. It is unforgettable. Like a stranger in a strange land it came to the table on a very strange plate with a raised center. On the center of the center was about a one inch square cube of brownish meat. It looked so forlorn in the vastitude of its Dickensian alone-ness. There, in the valley surrounding the holy cube of protein was an unknown sauce inhabited by what seemed like circumcised brussel sprouts. I knew I was in trouble with this Proustian essay in the idealogy of, "let's pretend we are enjoying dinner". Sometimes less is not more: A bite and a half later and I was finished with my meal. Now that is fast food with a vengeance. Was this pithy take on the sacred cow, Celina's homage to the inner anorexic lurking in all of us? On the way home I stopped at another temple of gastronomy and two McRibs later I was ready for a fried apple pie. I always see the glass half full: it was my night for a new kind of progressive dinner. Thank you Celina and Mickey D.
The McRib is haute cuisine for fast food nation. There is no other way to say it. MacDonalds actually worked with Monsanto to develop a ribless pig. The little critters grow fast, eat less and taste better. Let the fools of the world eat at del Posto or Sardis or whatever; the wise man will opt for the savory McRib over lesser creations, every time.
Re: “Dog Nuvo temporarily closed as dogfight heats up between hot-dog vendors”
I have a better name for this debacle: Dog Parvo!