Going Down South

I don't know if it was my recent trip to Florida or the premiere of Justified on FX, but lately I've been feelin' some American Gothic. Big time. As soon as I'm done with this cursed final project I'm diving into some O' Connor, some Faulkner, gonna attempt to make a Chess pie, and finally try that sweet tea vodka. It's gonna be a long, hot, spring.

More evidence that a good breakfast can make any day marginally better

If you ever blow a tire on the Miami freeway at 4 am, I highly suggest hitting up the Ham and Eggery. The owners are enthusiastic about three things: wood paneling you can't find outside a 70s rumpus room, decorations that must have been scrounged exclusively from garage sales (where else can you find a giant poster of Scarface, a decorative portrait of the Rev. Martin Luther King, and the cover to a Jimi Hendrix album on the same wall?), and cheap breakfast food. The entire spread pictured (plus a tasty buttermilk pancake that had yet to arrive) cost a mere $13. Despite the harrowing circumstances that led us to this fine establishment (housed in a faux barn no less), the near-death experience may just have been worth it. If I ever find myself in that crummy strip of road within walking distance of the Tire Kingdom, I will be back.