sneaky after dark

sneaky never wins. a phrase to live by, surely. for those of you who are not familiar with sneaky and his sneaky ways, it is important that you are caught up to speed with this tricky puppet.

place: puppet village
when: 1950's
why: propaganda scare tactics so that american children will learn right from wrong.

anyway. the small puppet village is prospering because all the puppets who live here are true americans. they pay their taxes, they work hard, they say their prayers, and they say the pledge of allegiance everyday. but this sneaky fella, now he's a real outlaw. a detriment to american values and principles. pull a dog's tail...no, sneaky! laugh at suzy when she pees her pants...sneaky, that's mean! steal a 5 cent candy from george the grocery man...only the devil does that sneaky! tell mom that you were at school when you were really out smashing windows...god will strike you with lightning, sneaky!

you get the picture. everyone in this village hates on poor sneaky. so he keeps on doing sneaky things because, well, it's kind of fun. so really, sneaky was a pioneer. a pioneer of fun. steak, too, is following sneaky's lead and is living the dream. the dream of sneaky fun.

labor day, after dark, encapsulated some sneaky fun. the streets of chinatown were somewhat desolate that evening. which made it the perfect time to get some sticky balls filled with red bean smashy stuff. and a pork roll. and a buttery butterfly. all for like 1
penny. chinatown=magic.

after the steak appetite has been quenched, its time to get down to business. off to A street, in south boston...almost where it intersects with congress street. there is a mini parking lot there, an easy pull off the road spot, if you need to take a breath or  release your bladder or eat a cookie. and there are doors in a large brick building. big black doors---perfect for a steak mark. but
tonight, there is a tractor there. a tractor that blocks the doors, but also lets steak be more sneaky!!! you couldn't ask for a better
hiding spot from passersby, cars, other sneaky thieves, or cops eating donuts on a dark and quiet street where they think no one will see them. so, a special shot out to you, tractor, for making steak's shenanigans easy as pie.

an exact location on A street is here:


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off to dorchester street. 345 dorchester street, to be exact. the
company invaded is this:

http://www.marrcos.com/


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you couldn't ask for a more perfect location. nestled in between a gold's gym and a large sign that says 'chemicals and grouts'. just so you know, this steak is all organic, antibiotic and hormone free. he would have it no other way. so, the hope is that all the meat heads that pump some serious iron over at the gym will make friends with steak, say hello, share some protein shakes. steak sure does like his protein shakes.

thank you for reading these labor day...or shall i say, night...adventures. more to come, in the name of steak!

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north conway, new hampshire

after an excruciatingly tiring day of climbing to the top of mount washington, the highest peak in the northeast, steak had been fully
tenderized and was ready for a rest. and really, there's nothing better than finding a local brew pub as an end of the day oasis.
after striking out a few times with other breweries in the area [having not done much research, it turned out that one brewery was
simply just a brewery with no food or pint buying aspect, and another had actually closed for eternity. a tear was shed, steak gets
sentimental about such things], a sticker was spotted on a street sign. the moat mountain smokehouse and brewing company in north conway, nh was steak's destiny.

hunger pangs were ripping through the muscle fibers that had been working all day. first things first, though. beer sampler, stat. as
is the case with locally brewed treats, each and every beer had a distinctiveness unique to the brew master's touch. the hoffman weiss was subtly citrusy with a banana infused finish. who knew bananas could be so delicious...as delicious as they are when providing the foundation for a banana split. banana, oh banana...i love you drizzled in chocolate but i love you even more when you fizz on my palate as an alcoholic nectar! the bear peak brown was another favorite, as brown ales are necessary to sustain life. they really are.

high altitudes are good for the soul. so was the food at moat mountain. the veggie burger left no trace of sandpaper style grit that some not so wonderful veggie burgers can do to one's mouth, but rather was filling and fluffy, with the most amazing seasoned skinny fries that i've had in eons. no ketchup or secret sauce needed. and the ceasar salad! perfectly un-creamy with only the green of the romaine. none of the crunchy water stalk ends that squirt when you bite into them. steak would have it no other way. and please, don't think steak's appetite is quenced after these few morsels. lo and behold, there was another treat unlike any other. a bison quesadilla!! bison, who eats bison? well, whoever does is in for a treat because this lean shredded meat infused with melted cheese is a carnivore's delight.

no matter how you say it, the fact is that moat mountain served up a mouth party like no other. way. to. go.

http://www.moatmountain.com/

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