connoisseur

I'm a sweet, cold soup connoisseur lately, so I decided to try my

The Dog Days of Summer event hosted by Slow Food Nashville last night in East Nashville was a humongous success for everyone...except me. I got to I Dream of Weenie on Woodland at 6 p.m. and waited in line 20 minutes before getting the announcement that the big attraction—City House chef Tandy Wilson's homemade hot dogs—had run out.

I have long been a connoisseur of bad art. I don’t know dingle about art I just know I likes what I likes.

And I also know that sometimes the combination, of let’s say paint and velvet, is hysterical.

Hola, my friends.

Hope you are having a good week.

I'm pretty good. Lots to do. Taxes, new ghia inventory, other stuff.

There are many reasons why I think Badger is unique. Her love for Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, the fact that after I had surgery she came to see me and saw my dogs fight and try to kill each other (and still watched Pumpkinhead after the blood and tears) and the fact that she is dear to me. She’s rough around the edges with a heart of gold and I dig it.

I'm not much of a bootleg connoisseur, I'll admit, but there are a few I've stumbled upon that get heavy rotation.

The Beer Hunter, notable author, connoisseur, and advocate of fine malt, passed away August 30.

Michael Jackson's writings on the beers of Belgium, a country he termed "The Disneyland of beer," set me on a mission to try them all. I'm about 400 in, and there are plenty to go.