If this is the first time you’ve seen this offense against God, you probably thought “what the hell am I looking at?” I know. I thought that too. It’s macaroni and cheese, fried, and possibly dunked in Cheeto dust. Much like the historic and horrible KFC Double Down of olde, it seems like it was created solely to push you into a heart attack. Or win you that next siege in World of Warcraft. Or both. I’m not trying to limit you.
Hello dear readers in broke-itude! Well, it’s been a busy week here at BAS and even more so for our esteemed Editor-In-Cheap, as he sallies forth on the campaign trail. Stuart’s article in last Wednesday’s Examiner, in particular, elicited an overwhelming response in regards to our city’s lack of urgency
Everyone has done it. You click on a video that someone posted on Facebook and as soon as it’s over, you click on one of the referred videos. And before you know it, you’ve just spent 3 hours looking at videos of cute puppies. We live in a wonderfully on-demand
When I think of KFC I don’t think about Colonel Sanders, I think about Kennedy Fried Chicken. The first Kennedy’s was founded in the 1970s in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn. Since it’s inception it has grown with many restaurants popping up around the city. Kennedy has become somewhat of
Ever since our office moved from the East Village to Midtown, I find myself forced to defend my decision NOT to try the latest oooh-we-chop-up-salads-therefore-we-feel-justified-charging-almost-$10-for-it spot for lunch. “You cannot buy this yourself cheaper at a store- crispy chicken, cheddar and blue cheese, spinach, avocado, bacon and anything else you
Childhood celebrity crushes are like old boyfriends. You mostly forget about them until you recover some old note, or see something on Facebook that forces you to remember not only the person but that time you were enamored with them. I had buried my early love for Charlie Sheen like