I’ve never been so reluctant to write about a restaurant before. You see, I’m afraid that once I divulge just how amazing this place is, you’ll go there and love it, then tell your friends about and then I won’t be able to pop in for a quick takeout dinner on my home from work every night. It is that good I want to keep it to myself.
But I would be doing a disservice to the community if I did. Second Helping is in the same complex as Three Amigos so it’s not too hard to find along Central Avenue. As of now, it’s carryout&catering only and the Southern comfort food menu, with nothing over $7.95, features pork chops, fried chicken, meatloaf, shrimp&grits etc.. That’s just fine for all you carnivores, but I came for the sides. A $5.95 veggie plate includes a double portion of your favorite side in addition to two sides and cornbread. I ordered two veggie plates because I was unable to select only three from the list of twelve.
(You could say I was beside myself with the sides menu!) Of the mac n’ cheese, fried green tomato casserole, Parmesan grits, roasted beets, green beans and ginger ale glazed carrots I sampled, my absolute favorite was the carrots.
The food is great, their mission even greater. Changed Choices’ Second Helping is giving women a second chance. At the end of Piper Kerman’s wildly popular memoir turned Netflix series Orange is the New Black, she recognizes the struggles some fomerly incarcerated women face getting jobs after being released. Second Helping is providing that job opportunity they would otherwise not have had as many employers are reluctant to hire applicants with a colorful past. Personally, the only color I care about with this place is the color orange. I am so in love with the ginger ale glazed carrots! Orange is the new black indeed.
So now you know, and you can go and be amazed, then tell your friends and have them be amazed. All I ask, dear reader, is that you save me some giger ale glazed carrots.
Please go here to support their fundraising campaign. I already have my eye on the $30 perk!
On love: If your feelings are euros and theirs are vouchers for buy one get one McFlurries, get out.
~Kelly Williams Brown
Dear friends and colleagues,
Yes, the only thing between my legs lately has been the seat of a stationary bike at the Y. Yes, I find it uncomfortable eating inside such a phallic restaurant that is Mellow Mushroom. Yes, I go weeks between the gentle glide of a razor on my stems. Yes, one year on my birthday I recieved a strap on as a gag gift from a friend. But before you go signing me up to receive the Lesbian Weekly newsletter with a Welcome to Lesbianism gift basket which I imagine includes the complete boxed set of The L Word, a softball jersey, a copy of Fried Green Tomatoes, some dental dams and a gift card to Home Depot or any one of these items, I want to share with one and all that I.am.not.a.lesbian.
This post is a long time coming. I haven’t had a boyfriend since Obama’s first inauguration and when I was on match.com for that year of three really terrible dates, I selected the female seeking males box. And just because I’ve been single for a presidential terms does not mean that I like girls now. But yet I feel like a single 31 year old with no discernible prospects needs to remind everyone it’s just circumstantial that she doesn’t have a boyfriend. A lack of a boyfriend does not mean she’s on the hunt for a girlfriend now.
The other week, I was at work discussing an impending fire drill with some co-workers and hoping that a firetruck of hot firefighters would come to our workplace (this on the heels of the Southern Women’s Show fire fighters fashion show) and how one of my colleagues mentioned that I should keep my options open and hope for a truckload of female firefighters too. You better believe that I went home and cried after that remark. I still haven’t forgiven my co-worker, who by the way got a really short haircut last year that made her look exactly like a lesbian and did I make jokes about it? No, I did not. I did make jokes about getting your hair cut at Supercuts after age 10.
Friends and colleagues, I’ve not yet given up hope on finding the love of my life. I’ve been single for so long intentionally because ALL of my previous relationships have been utterly devastating, cue to me crying in the bathroom at work after finding out from Facebook that I was no longer in a relationship. And I refuse to waste my time and what’s left of my heart on anyone undeserving.
My Prince Charming (not Princess Charming) is out there but he’s taking his sweet time so take those The L word DVDs and flannel to a real dyke because I don’t need them.
In summation, I like sausage not tacos.
Jamie the Heterosexual
My dear Caesers Place, everyone knows that Las Vegas isn’t for children. So why try to appeal to them – and fail? Why even bother? Sin City is for debauched bachelor and bachelorette parties, and for people who enjoy losing money and drinking, and getting lap dances while losing money and drinking. It’s for appletinis, kiwitinis, espressotinis, and other drinks that might as well be served in a toilet because that’s where most of it ends up. Vegas is for bad behavior, bad choices, and even worse hangovers, which is why there’s a high concentration of people who woo-hoo out of limo windows. There are bars and clubs called Krave, Tabu and Joystixx – proof that the city is too drunk to spell. Vegas is for prostitution and illegal drugs and places where you can shoot an AK-47 and a grenade launcher, as in a gun that actually launches grenades. That explode.
Shut up, you’re welcome, Anne Choi
“So what the hell, let’s do it. I still don’t believe marriage is the only path to happiness or completeness as a person, but it’s the right thing for us. So I asked her.”
…what Piper Kerman’s boyfriend Larry wrote to the New York Times’ Modern Love section.
I don’t know how I came to possess this photo…
but it has possessed me for a long time. This is my great grandmother Grace in Egypt. Doesn’t she look so happy? She lived to see 104.
I want to be so lucky to have such adventures. There’s a laundry list of cities I’d like to visit to add to NYC, Boston, Seattle, Paris, Florence, London, Las Vegas, New Orleans, Nice. I want to smile big all over the world!
When I last chatted with my mom, I asked if she knew what a vegan was. (I was a non red meat eater in jr high and high school and for most of college so she’s familiar with the pseudo-vegetarian lifestyle of her favorite daughter.) Unsure of what a vegan was, she asked if Thanksgiving this year meant that we’d be sitting down to a fish dinner. Cue scene from “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”:
My foray into veganism officially began last night when I stopped by Trader Joe’s for almond milk, Earth Balance buttery spread, soy creamer (for all the coffee that has re-entered my life after a one year absence) and vegan cream cheese. Unexplicably, I got goosebumps as I was walking back to my car with my non-dairy dairy. I think this vegan adventure will be good for me. That is until I go on vacation when all bets are off.
Bean now does brunch all day on Sunday. I hear it’s fantastic. I wouldn’t know since I confuse Saturday with Sunday now.
Did you know that you can make bacon out of carrots? Hello, BLT!
Get these mushy, buttery orbs of potato goodness they call salt potatoes.
Pumpkin chocolate chip cheesecake for dessert! All desserts are $4.50.
Do me a solid, people who know how to work a calendar, go on Sunday and let me know how brunch is!
I love books. I love cupcakes. Marry them and you have Novel Sweets, a vegan bakery in 7th Street Public Market. Here, you will find delicious cupcakes named after literary characters.
Meet Atticus Finch (apple pie) and Mr.Darcy (mocha):
Each time I visit, I’m super impressed by how they taste way better than traditional cupcakes.