Garlic, My Soul (22)
You don’t have to go to Takodana to get the latest in trending cantina cocktails. Garlic, My Soul, Fanboy Comics, and I are back on the trail of the hottest fan foods and have traveled across galaxies for this installment. From Mos Eisley Cantina to Maz Kanata’s castle, here are two signature drinks that stuck with us.
Warning: The park opens this week.
And we, here at Garlic, My Soul, are already planning our trip to Isla Nublar. There is a fantastic and thorough map of the park up at Jurassic World’s website. You can peruse the attractions, exhibits, and dining choices.
But, what are our snack options between Margaritaville and the Hilton Isla Nublar? What will serve as that much-needed blood-sugar boost while we ride the monorail between Triceratops Territory and T. Rex Kingdom?
If you saw (and/or wept tears of inspiration and joy during, like I did) the “Like a Girl” campaign during the Super Bowl last weekend, then you now know how to run and punch like a girl. Well, come 2016, we’re also going to learn how to fight ghosts like a girl. By four of my favorite comedian juggernauts. And, girls. I’m getting emotional again just thinking about it.
So, I thought I’d do what I do best and bake a treat in their honor (and pull a script off the shelf of the Writers Guild Foundation Library).
As a small digression from my standard format here, I made these Thor-sized cereal bars in an effort to bribe Thor into becoming an icon for cultural awareness. I just want to see a children’s book or Archie-style comic entitled “Thor Learns about Cereal” or “Thor Learns Proper, Earth-Bound Coffee Refill Protocol” – something harkening to the beauty in our differences and hilarity in absurdly ripped men from a heavenly realm discovering the miracle of mortal breakfast foods.
We’ve stumbled upon some very powerful information. Everything you know about the Doublemeat Medley from Southern California chain Doublemeat Palace is about to change . . .
It’s that time of year again. The Doctor is returning to his regularly scheduled, unpredictable shenanigans. Who knows what trysts he’s larked on and hearts he’s seduced in the interim (although history would suggest it may involve some intimate endeavors with a royal family member).
Sherlock is back. Both from the grave and for our viewing pleasure. With Series 3 now on Netflix, we’ve hardly been doing anything else.
Except, perhaps, making tea. Because there’s just something about that perfect hot beverage that fortifies you for whatever lies ahead. Which, with Sherlock, could be nearly anything. So, with that in mind (and for obvious other reasons that involve tea being wonderful), we’ve been making a lot of it.
This weekend belonged to Godzilla. I watched with rapt attention as he woke from hibernation, swam the Pacific Ocean, and battled the mighty, mating MOTU only to take a brief nap and then crash back under the waves, returning to the ocean depths from which he came.
What a stud, amirite? Sure, he knocks s--t over, but it’s all on the way to restore natural order to a world he arguably doesn’t have to care about. Some monsters just have altruistic motives to their city smashing, I guess. Whereas most others simply want to populate the earth and together crunch every skyline from here to Tokyo.
In that light, Godzilla has downright commendable character. I’d certainly buy the guy a drink.
Everyone saves the world just a little bit, every day. You may not be physically saving the planet from a mischievous, demigod half-brother (or maybe you are. Hey, I don’t know your schedule.), but I truly believe we just don’t know the far-reaching effects of even the smallest of our noble actions. Why else would the demigods and superheroes deem us so worthy of saving?
So, why not eat like the superheroes we are, huh? And, I’m sure we could all use some shawarma after a long day of screenwriting panels or cosplay.
