Fungal Varieties at the Men's Lodge

Let us not forget the grande dame of all the spores on the grounds, the Weeping Conk, who has not returned since her host stump died off for good.

Corona Grill-Out 7

Beef ribs, Low Country foil-pak, High Life, spirited discussion of local political vacillations.

Negura ga Nakunatta

The roost of the hawks is no more.

L’Heure d’Or II

Tales from The Grid — Vol. 1.2

Remarkable Repasts from the Road

Whilst reliance on the Spice Kit allowed the ’Nuts to dine frugally from the consoles of Graudonner II, oftentimes circumstances would dictate a sampling of regional fare.

• Norfolk’s King’s Head specialty: Grape leaves. Dr Carter’s diagnosis: “Dog turds covered in snot.”

• Moroccan Delights in DC: Bobby Mac is not impressed with their “Tejas Toast.”

• Louisville’s Levant Eatery: Gyro stew. For $2 per bowl, a meal too cheap to be good -- and the butt of continuous jokes.  

• Hole-in-the-wall joint in NYC’s Alphabet City: An authentic Polish breakfast for under eight bucks.

• The ‘Lex’: ’Cue capital of all creation. Coarse chopped brown and red slaw FTW.