When I travel to New York City for work I often stay with my friend in New Jersey City. Staying with her has taught me a lot. For instance, I used to think the so-called Garden State was a crappy shit-hole. It turns out it's just a shit-hole. But, there are two exceptions.
The first exception is the pseudo-British-themed bar, Scotland Yard, in Hoboken. It's fairly good on its own, but what makes it really great is this buxom bartender who knows how to pour (ahem) a really stiff drink. She also knows how to pour this particular wheat beer the right way, which involves rolling the bottle back and forth between her hands, tapping the bottom, and slowly pouring the beer into your glass while she succulently bounces her boobs around. There are a few bartenders in the Hoboken-area who attempt this delicate dance, but none can make it come out right like her. I always forget the name of the beer, but it's a wheat beer. Just ask the buxom bartender for the beer that will make her titties bounce 'round and 'round.
The second saving grace of New Jersey is a cute boutique restaurant in Jersey City called Nicco's - not to be confused with TtP bloger, Nikos, who is also cute. Nicco's is a great place to have steak followed by scotch and cigars. I used to be able to order a delicious kangaroo rib-eye there. I always felt naughty (in a good way) about eating it. That is at least until I dated this Australian girl. (Side note: I've been interested in Australian women ever since I read in Cosmo that out of all the women in the world Aussie chicks are the most likely to sleep with you on the first date. But, it turns out that Cosmo didn't poll women specifically enough. Australian women are no more likely than other women to sleep with
me on the first date). Anyway, she told me that kangaroos are like rats over there. They're everywhere. So much so they're a public nuisance. It was a stunning blow to learn that instead of eating an endangered species I was eating a fuckin' rat! But, it was still a delicious rat.
Unfortunately, Nicco's no longer carries kangaroo rib-eye. Apparently there was a lack of demand for it, which gets me to the point of this post. On the way to Pentagon City to do some Christmas shopping, I read an interesting tid-bit in the
Washington Express. A food magazine's hunt for a new, consumer-friendly name for kangaroo meat has a winner. "Australus" came out on top, beating out suggestions like "kangarly". Surely, calling kangaroo meat "australus" will boost sales in the United States. It's better than calling it "kangaroo rat meat." If anyone knows a good place to get australus in the DC-area, please let me know.
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