tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154931512135149936.post9142569043753425927..comments2023-07-15T10:52:57.069-04:00Comments on A Traveling Mudshow with Krista Detor: Answer #25 - Alcohol & Putt-Putt Golf Don't MixKrista Detorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02730716803769838020noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154931512135149936.post-3365835367318003792010-07-25T19:49:52.236-04:002010-07-25T19:49:52.236-04:00Just got back from the Keys and I was sad to see t...Just got back from the Keys and I was sad to see the Mexicali Grill is no more. My family had a magic lunch there about 10 years ago.<br /><br />It was fun while it lasted.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154931512135149936.post-7212290619099983972010-02-01T14:27:09.971-05:002010-02-01T14:27:09.971-05:00But alcohol and frisbee golf are a match made in h...But alcohol and frisbee golf are a match made in heaven.george detornoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154931512135149936.post-7145224476176986982010-01-31T23:58:16.889-05:002010-01-31T23:58:16.889-05:00Speaking of Edinburgh brought up a memory of a vis...Speaking of Edinburgh brought up a memory of a visit I made there 5 years ago or so. I was staying at a B&B with several choices for the second B each morning. One morning I asked for the oatmeal. What came out was a surprise: the standard bowl of oatmeal (well, actually not standard but, rather, very good oatmeal), a small bowl containing very dark brown sugar and a small pitcher containing a curious brown liquid. I thought it might be maple syrup but I asked anyway. It was single malt scotch! What a way to start the day -- with a little buz! The lady of the house said that a lot of people like this with their oatmeal in Scotland. Here's to the Scots!Russ Nelsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5154931512135149936.post-46775348603127832202010-01-30T19:04:21.419-05:002010-01-30T19:04:21.419-05:00When we were in Edinburgh, Happy Hour, started at ...When we were in Edinburgh, Happy Hour, started at lunch. Or, at least, preparation for Happy Hour. We would go in to eat an early dinner (six or seven) and find people who had gone out to lunch in a large group and never returned to work. Not once, but always. So, in Scotland, I think Happy Hour is perpetual, though perhaps that is because, as a nation, the Scots never seem to achieve happiness. They need the extra 23 hours to work on it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com