Posted on March 6, 2014
Anchor Bar’s manager Ivano Toscani celebrating the birth of a legend.
Anchor Bar celebrated the 50th anniversary of Teressa Bellissimo attaining fried food enlightenment with the invention of the hot wing. I know we have been slacking on the content for a while (we are trying to do better, I swear!) but we couldn’t let a milestone like this pass us by without acknowledgement.
We want to give Teressa our genuine, heartfelt thanks for the glorious hot wing. Here’s to another 50 years of fried goodness.
Posted on May 12, 2013
Chandler, Reviews |
He kind of looks like a creepy, rapist Friar Tuck
I recently read a review from some seemingly nice fellows about The Hungry Monk in Chandler. They extolled the virtues of its beer list, the convenience of its location with regard to proximity of other craft beer hotspots (specifically San Tan Brewery and Whole Foods) and mentioned they loved the wings…
…the boneless wings.
I have to give credit to these guys though, The Brew Bros [Editor’s Note: Why can’t we have a catchy name like that? The Wing Warriors? The Imbibing Idiots? The Drink….Drinkers?], they seem pretty legit in their knowledge of craft beer. They’ve got interviews with San Tan Brewery and reviews of out-of-state breweries, whereas all we have to show for our dedication to the craft is getting drunk at a beer fest and getting drunker at a different beer fest. Then again, we also spent a lot of our time narrowing down the exact science that is the art form of the buffalo wing, so we’re not completely useless. And since The Hungry Monk has developed a reputation for both their craft beer list and their wings, what better place to expand our beer repertoire (read: drink more beer and act like we’re doing it for science)?
Posted on September 13, 2012
Reviews, Tempe |
Xavvi and I first met when we were in the same training class at work. The training class lasted six weeks and the very last day happened to be on our company’s holiday party. We were working that night so we missed most of the party but a bunch of us wanted to do something to celebrate our last day of training anyway and decided to meet up at Casey Moore’s Oyster House instead. I actually swung by the holiday party anyway to snag a couple drinks with my free drink tickets (my wife let me have her drink tickets too) and then we were on our way to the bar.
I don’t ever remember going to Casey Moore’s before that night. I was always aware of it and it seems odd to me that I had never been there since I had hung out in that area many times before. If I had ever been to Casey Moore’s before that night, I don’t have any memory of it. Really, given how things can go at Casey Moore’s I suppose it is entirely possible that I just don’t remember a previous visit.
That last night of training was a great introduction to the place. We drank a LOT of drinks and generally made fools of ourselves. Eventually my wife had had enough and we headed home with me puking out the window of the car the whole way, presumably. It was a damn fun night though and I have liked the place a lot ever since.