Guaranteed That If You Serve This, Someone Will Take A Picture of It
Nips: Wild Turkey

Whiskey is what we drink in America. It’s what our cowboys were drinking when they drove the American Bison extinct just because it was fun to shoot them. It’s what Thomas Edison was drinking when he invented the electric chair. It’s what our boys overseas were drinking when they liberated Kuwait. It’s what heroes drink. So what’s up with whiskey brand names? Old Granddad. Old Crow. Wild Turkey. The truth is that Americans love eagles, but we also love the mean-as-hell, knobbly-headed, decrepit old turkey. We like them stringy, whip smart, and cold eyed. If you’ve ever shot your old lady down, if you do dirty deeds and you do ‘em dirt cheap, if you’re Axl Rose, then pour yourself a double.
The dominant taste is alcohol, since it’s one hundred and one proof. That extra one proof stuck on the end (which you might think is just gratuitous) actually serves a key function: it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.
—Arlo Crawford
Artist Eats: KC Ortiz

For this installment of “Artist Eats,” we asked KC Ortiz to share his favorite place to eat. KC is a Chicago-based photojournalist, whose work focuses on the world’s forgotten and overlooked people.
Continue reading for his answer.
Eat More Insects
This guy does.
via, seriouseats
Twin Peaks in Red Vines

The fact that this piece by Jason Mecier is 60″ x 40″ means that it will dominate any space you put it.
On view currently along with more licorice works at IAm8Bit Gallery in Echo Park.
Lord Nut Levington Rebel Mary Peanuts
Nips: Fernet Branca

The city of San Francisco consumes almost fifty percent of the Fernet Branca imported into the United States, but it’s not the kind of thing you drink while buying a Property of Alcatraz sweatshirt, or while fending off West Nile infected seagulls at Fisherman’s Wharf, or picking up a Penguin Classic copy of On the Road at City Lights Bookstore. You’re supposed to drink it on a Sunday morning at Ocean Beach while illegally fishing for Dungeness Crab with a few old Chinese guys as hungover as you are; on a Saturday afternoon in Dolores Park while trying to ignore the thwack of tennis balls and keeping an eye out for the pot truffle guy; on a Wednesday night while lying in bed and discussing whether Sutro Tower could fall over and pin you to your bed, squirming and bleeding, during a massive earthquake.
It tastes like the poison that the wicked queen used to try and kill Snow White. In San Francisco it’s traditional to order it with a ginger ale back but, hell, let your freak flag fly.
—Arlo Crawford
Artist Eats: Nina Chanel Abney

For this installment of “Artist Eats,” we asked Nina Chanel Abney to share her favorite place to eat. Combining a bright color palette and irreverent humor, Nina’s work is as striking as it is steeped in political and race issues.
Continue reading for her answer.
Military Doughnut

Photographed and eaten by Eric Elms in Tokyo
Kate Moss Thursdays

This Kate needs a drink
Russian Standard Imperia Vodka

This vodka gets an A+ for leaving me social and interested in talking to strangers.
Artist Eats: Bill McRight

For this installment of “Artist Eats,” we asked Bill McRight to share his favorite place to eat. Bill is an artist, printmaker and member Space 1026, who also makes sticks that kill in his free time.
Continue reading for his answer.
Shrunken Heads in Cider
There’s Even A McRib T-Shirt

Available through JackThreads and predictably sold out in the size XL.
related: The McRib Locator
(Thanks Kristin!)









