Crest Cafe

In case you're wondering where I've been eating practically every day since moving back to the coast, I'm here to tell you that you have way too much time on your hands. Read a damn book, for heaven's sake.
I've been at the same eatery nearly every day since August 5th. Where I was from March to August is between me and the trees, my friends. But since about the 5th until now, I've been enjoying such a wide selection of food and beverages that I see no reason to travel to a new locale. I may just stop reporting on restaurants altogether. Now, there are no other motives for me advertising for the Crest Cafe other than their high quality entrees and your choosy tastebuds. I'm a professor by trade and incur no benefits from my blatant persuasions. I am by no means a purveyor of food and I by no means spend a large fraction of my time wiping down menus with windex or wearing an apron covered in ketchup stains. I'm far too busy sharing my wisdom and enriching minds to....whatever, just go to Crest Cafe, okay. They have really good creme brulee french toast. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with CBFT cravings and I have to show up to work... I mean this delightful little cafe which I only patronize because I enjoy it so...a half hour early just to stop the pangs.
Plus, if you're a good tipper, the service is spectacular. (And might I mention well-endowed in the derriere department.)

Bacon Situation

To update all on my legal status: As of yesterday, there are no outstanding warrants for my arrest, and Officer Pigsman of the Dallas PD has been implicated by an anonymous party (shhhh....) in several acts of an "indecent nature" with animals of a "barnyard nature" and will no longer be roaming the streets with intent to "rob innocent people blind" and spread his "rude 'tude" to the citizens of this "great nation". Hooray! Hi diddly dee! No TX license plates for me.
Thesis Statement and Solemn Promise: I will never again try to post at this incoherent hour.
Supporting Detail: Time for a catnap!!

Electro-Schrock Therapy

You can't fool me with your Russian pseudonyms, Schrock. You elusive bandit, reveal yourself!! (Although not in public, of course. That's illegal.)
Just to let the loyal bayou-lovers know, I'm going to be rocking the Pacific Standard timezone this week and if you are, too? Well, then, a rendezvous is in order.

In-Depth Analysis of Current Political Climate....and Local Eatery!

AHA. I was just testing you, fanbase. I was testing your loyalty to the wisdom and discerning palate of the Profesora. You win.
I'm back.
But, unfortunately, the whole education thing is still not a money-making venture, so I haven't really visited a lot of restaurants worth mentioning.
Kraft Macaroni and Cheese is still making headlines....I will NEVER grow tired of that shit.
As for political commentary, who the hell do you think I am? the Son of God?
Thesis statement: kiss my ass, you blogmongers. Not everyone has daily computer access and post-a-day lifestyles. Some places of employment use things like firewalls and the hawkeye vision of "the man" to keep controversial opinions and restaurant reviews under wraps. It sometimes takes me months to hack in to the blogger system with sufficient secrecy. So keep your critical, time-conscious comments to a minimum, asshats.