Food Reviews

There is nothing closer to welding without a face shield, than driving into the Southern Alberta sunrise at mid morning. At the end of the burning road, not a magic Irish dwarf on a pot a gold, but a conservative shopping netherworld, where the trees are held down with cable, and the Wild Rosers chase the freaks through the grain and barbwire, the lovely and potent Lethbridge, Alberta. What's that early morning pong? Is that meat rendering, is Leatherface boiling tourists in the piggy barn? It's smells like... Lethbridge.

Firstly, welcome to my Blog. We will be travelling together to places of culinary excellence, diners that offer that special plate of weirdness, taverns with mason jars of home pickled turkey gizzards, places dripping in booze infused barbecue sauce, tables where folks wait fork in hand with a tear of drool running down their chin while they wait patiently for that plate of deep fried goodness to arrive and stop their hearts. There will be calories incurred, and gallons of beer will be used to wash down the spicy wonders.