Road Kill

I prefer my road kill as dead as possible: its face ripped off, its paws dragged along the last mile and a half of the interstate, the skin of its back zested off like the curled orange rind floating above the foam topping a cold mug of blue moon.   It’s just no fun when … Continue reading Road Kill

The Pub Cook

Alex’ Apple earbuds are as much a part of him as the black, butter-stained apron, thick-rimmed glasses, or fiery Norse beard and complementary runic tattoo. He has five main pivot points: the fryer, the grill, the fridge, the prep station and the silver table; rotating seamlessly between, never misstepping. It only takes two minutes in … Continue reading The Pub Cook