Wings, of the hot and bbq variety. A mexican restaurant who serves hot wings and bbq wings? There’s nothing mexican food about these. They were ok, but I’ve had much better wings pretty much anywhere.

Some nachos. Where’s the sour cream? And the guacamole? Salsa? This was some of the unmexicany mexican food I’d encountered in awhile.
Spanish fries they called these. Does sprinkling some red powdered stuff on top of something give you rights to call it spanish? Gah.
Here’s the watered down barely one-sip cups. If they were regular strength and in a human sized portion, they would probably have been quite enjoyable. But like I said, the patio was great. And if their food was good, it would have been that much better.

PS – Their bathrooms ain’t bad. The sinks are cute, and while not the nicest or cleanest, the tile flooring was adorable. These are the floors I want, truly.

I had a teensy weensy mini-break towards the end of last week. A invited me up to her dad’s brand spankin new cabin in Lake Hauto. This place is phat, yo. And it’s even more impressive when you know that the cabin was put together in a day. Yes, a day. Thus is the beauty of modular construction.

I got there on Thursday night and they treated me to a fine dinner of fried shrimp and powdered mashed potatoes, courtesy of the local Wal-Mart. I’m not embarrassed. And in light of the current economic situation, there ain’t nothing wrong with doing your food shopping at Wal-Mart. Especially this particular Wal-Mart. It’s hella cheap. Even for a Wal-Mart it’s cheap. They’re practically giving stuff away.

For dessert, we had some homemade strawberry shortcakes. There wasn’t any whipped cream, but there was a scoop of Heisler’s vanilla ice cream on top. More on Heisler’s to follow. The strawberry topping was courtesy of A’s mom. Word.On Friday, after being rowed around Lake Hauto (thanks J!), we had ranch chicken wraps for lunch. Yum. The wrapping wasn’t round, it was more rectangular, which made the whole thing even better. Thumbs up on the non-round wraps. Drizzle with ranch dressing, throw some spring mix in there with some swiss cheese and grilled chicken, wrap it up, and voila!
Behold, the yummy yummy wrap!
They have a wet bar at this new swank cabin. And we found this bottle of Jacquin’s Rock and Rye. What is it? No freakin clue. We did a little googlin and found out that rock and rye is rye whiskey with fruit and a bit of rock candy. It was slightly creepy. There were slices of petrified citrus something or other in the bottom of this bottle. But it was cool in a vintage way, and it came with a built in pourer! Noone was brave enough to taste.

You know I love me some Johnny Brenda’s. It’s seriously my favorite place in all of Philadelphia. I was there the other night to catch a sold-out show, and when my cohorts found out that they had a raw bar, somehow, oysters miraculously appeared. Were these the freshest oysters I’d ever had? Gawd no, not even close. But for a bar in Fishtown, they were just fine. Not exactly ‘just freshly picked from the bay’, but not really all that bad either. Squeeze a little lemon, plop on some cocktail sauce and/or hot sauce, and slurp em down. They go down pretty darn easy. I love me some raw bivalves!

Oh, and shots kept appearing too. It was the strangest thing ever… They have three bars at JB’s, one on each floor. It’s a bit of a crapshoot as to how the bartenders are, but try the ones upstairs for better service. I’ve always found them to be nicer.

PS – For a bar/music venue, the bathrooms at JB’s are amazing. Seriously. The Khyber bathroom is scary. The North Star’s isn’t too much better. But JB’s? These bathrooms are leaps and bounds above the norm. Big, clean, plenty of stalls, and even attractively decorated. Yet another reason I love Johnny Brenda’s so.