I always had a fascination with hood drinks. From walking down alleys on E. Grand Ave. as a kid, finding empty 40 oz. bottles and chunkin’ them at walls, to ordering my first Incredible Hulk at Club Blue, CRUNK juices sets the pace for any night out. It’s time to give back to the hood what I so excessively guzzled away. Trap Champagne a.k.a. T-Pain, is a celebratory drink for all of life’s STRUGGLES.
What’s really good my Glut Heads, its that MEAT N GREET time a year again… If you missed the first one you missed something EPIC. Ask anyone who was there or shoot, just take a look for yourself. IT WAS MEGA, and this year it will be even better. Pinky.
We’ll be kicking things off around 6pm at Studio 410 in the Bishop Arts District. Laaaadies, nails did, hair did, erthang did, cause nothing works up an appetite more. Music will be handled by the homies, DJ Niro and DJ RudyStyles. Food? Yeah that’s what we do, we got you. JUST COME HUNGRY. Drinks? Oh yeah we got that on lock too. don’t worry about it. JUST COME THIRSTY (literately and figuratively).
Remember, the sole reason we do this thing is because we want to give back to YOU, our readers. We owe you a huge THANK YOU. Without you guys we would just be two schmucks that like to eat, and because of that WE LOVE YA’. Plus we really want to meet everyone that has shown us some love.
If all goes to plan, the Weather will be breezy, Girls will be feeling sleazy, and GlutLife will be pouring up some patreezy.
SEE YOU THERE <3
So everyone knows by now that I have a love of all things fast food. So you can imagine how hyped I was last year when I heard that Taco Bell was introducing a taco with a shell made of Doritos. When I finally tried it I was severely disappointed. I wanted to like it sooooo much. So anyway a couple of weeks ago, Taco bell launched a Cool Ranch version of the shell and I decided it was time to give it another try.
Not going to lie, but our day jobs have been keeping us pretty busy outside the Glut-world lately. And we just wanna say sorry for the lack of updates but we gotta pay the bills, yah dig? N-E-Ways we’ve been sitting on a ton of post so expect some epic things to come. Starting off with this gem of a ‘Done Right’ Post.
What does Detlef Schrempf, Dalat Vietnam, Dalat Restaurant all have in common?…East Germany, Far East, East Dallas? To tell you the truth, I don’t even know were I was going with that, just wanted a reason to use the name “Detlef Schrempf” in a post! All stupid drunk talk aside, when I stumbled into this place after a night of drinking, I thought, ‘damn, did I just find a place that serves Pho till 2 in da mornin’. After letting egg noodles soak up hours of craft beers, I made a mental note to come back during the light of day to properly introduce my taste buds.
Strollin’ around a brightly fluorescent lit grocery store, a spotlight shined down from the ceiling on something at the far end of an aisle. Feeling like one of the three Wise men following the north star during Biblical times, I made the journey towards the light. What was I going to find when I reached my destination? Treasures? Little Baby Jesus? Wrong, I kneeled down and picked up the LAST box of Little Debbie’s Christmas Tree Cakes. Hallelujah. Angels started singing…
I eat Debbies, I drink Shiner
at the same damn time
What better way to leave the travel headaches of Hurriacne Sandy than to be shipped back first class to the permanent headache… Reality. For those of you who have never had the chance to step through those curtains on the plane this one is for you. This is really the way to travel and if you have the means I highly suggest it. Welcome to the GoodLife.
LAST NIGHT IN NYC! So what better way to end the trip than DuMont in Brooklyn. The first time I went to DuMont was in 2011, and the experience was awesome. I swear I remember the burger being one of the best I’ve ever had – Beef Juicy, Bacon Crunchy, Cheese Cheesy, it was like burger ambrosia. This time around… Not so much. So what went wrong? Keep reading cause its time we had a good rant.
Staying in Greenpoint wouldn’t be complete without a legit Polish meal. Now I don’t know about you, but before this dinner I thought the Polish diet only consisted of sausage, cabbage, and lots and lots of vodka. My Brooklyn hostesses wanted to break my stereotyping brain, so they took me to Krolewskie Jadlo aka “The Kings Feast” for something called the Meat Boat. My GOD, why didn’t anyone tell me the Poles know how to get down like this. This stuff was REDIC.