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Sunday, September 2, 2012
Panini, Trammezino, Potato, PO-TAY-TOE, Tomato, Tomay-tee
Potato.
'Ugh' I can hear you all saying, not another one of those posts. Well, TBH, it's just important we get the right people following this quote-un-quote 'blog'. You could always go back to reading TMZ, or whatever the antipodean equivalent of TMZ is... (lookin@chu, Rachel Glucina). #LeaveCharlotteAlone
In any case, prepare to receive knowledge darts straight to your domium.
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Seems at some point, right around the time you could still catch a latte bowl in Ponsonby, a subtle yet significant paradigm shift occurred. Cafe bought toasted sandwiches went from being called panini to going by tramezzini. Dear Cafeterias, please cut the crap and call a spade a vanga. It's two breads and a fillings, maybe witta li'l chili-cheese on um. And don't let anyone tell try and tell you there's a difference, unless they're a legit I-ti or a made man, at which it'll be too late fo yo adze anyway. My personal theory is at around the time this shift took place, McCafe was jumping all over this shit, so cafs felt like they hadda differentiate.
Which leads me to my next topic, Tongue & Groove Cafe, Birkenhead Ave, GuessWhereStupid. The coffee here came as recommended by highly reclusive but fairly reliable source and some-time collaborator/provincial correspondent to EB, Capital Times. Post Saturday roller-plank sesh at BSP (VSOP ASAP Cheezburger RIP), we decided to blow up the spot. TGV served up a range of staple cafes (FW, SoyFW, HC, and my LB), all pronounced to by more than dece' by the gang. Sidenote: LB's a'gotta be the yardstick... come on, cuzzy, get on some grown-arse-(wo)man coffee, especially in the PM (peace to my mans Juelz Santini on this one).
I was a little pecko so copped a breakfast tram-wich out da cabo, which, if a little grease-ball, was nevertheless well taste.
In spite of their somehow off-putting name, TGV Caf' comes correct. They've (secret) nailed it. I'll TOATS be back. Hit.
'Ugh' I can hear you all saying, not another one of those posts. Well, TBH, it's just important we get the right people following this quote-un-quote 'blog'. You could always go back to reading TMZ, or whatever the antipodean equivalent of TMZ is... (lookin@chu, Rachel Glucina). #LeaveCharlotteAlone
In any case, prepare to receive knowledge darts straight to your domium.
3.
2.
1....
Seems at some point, right around the time you could still catch a latte bowl in Ponsonby, a subtle yet significant paradigm shift occurred. Cafe bought toasted sandwiches went from being called panini to going by tramezzini. Dear Cafeterias, please cut the crap and call a spade a vanga. It's two breads and a fillings, maybe witta li'l chili-cheese on um. And don't let anyone tell try and tell you there's a difference, unless they're a legit I-ti or a made man, at which it'll be too late fo yo adze anyway. My personal theory is at around the time this shift took place, McCafe was jumping all over this shit, so cafs felt like they hadda differentiate.
I was a little pecko so copped a breakfast tram-wich out da cabo, which, if a little grease-ball, was nevertheless well taste.
In spite of their somehow off-putting name, TGV Caf' comes correct. They've (secret) nailed it. I'll TOATS be back. Hit.
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