trvie:

Sampled some while we waited for our food at Moose’s Tooth.

Me:  Love their beer and they have great food, but damn, parking sucks!

I do love the lines of a Porsche 356.

thecupcakeslut:

love0491:

Love, Freedom, and Intelligence

Love, experience, popularity.

Me:  Health, Freedom, Power.

eatsalaska:

It’s July in Valdez Harbor, and it’s a misty 50 degrees.

Via Bumfizzle

Me:  I can smell the harbor, the nets, the faint odor of diesel, a bit of old fish.

iliftthingsupandputthemd0wn:

My dad and I joked about movie theaters selling alcohol when we were eating dinner. The local 11 o’clock news just ran a story about a local movie theatre doing just that.

I. CAN’T. EVEN.

Me:  The Beartooth theatre-pub is a great place up this way.  Excellent microbrew and food.

It was chilly this morning.

My new toy.

serifcz:

Paris, Alaska-style

Me:  And a damn fine steak!

snowsgreen:

Anchorage, Alaska, 1950’s

Me:  Not quite the ’50s.  I’m guessing the summer of 1962 or 1963.

roadsandkingdoms:

When the ground is frozen, there can be no fresh produce. A lot of Russian food is born of this frequent deprivation, as they are forced to abuse what ingredients they do have—pickled cabbage, hog fat, mayonnaise, dill. Small wonder that vodka is a constant companion to food. There is, however, at least one beautiful offspring of all this wintry want: Stroganina, frozen ribbons of fresh-water whitefish, a staple of the Russian arctic.

Me:  It’s not bad.  I ate plenty of it last June.