As luck would have it, I am not yet a famous blogger and I still have to work for a living. However, this does give me the opportunity to travel all over the US and thus try new and interesting restaurants around the country.
My latest sojourn happened to take me to the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. As most people do when they think of Philly, my mind immediately headed straight for Philly Cheese Steak. However, I arrived late (thanks to an airline that shall remain nameless) so I didn’t want to go to the opposite side of town to one of the original cheese steak places.
Luckily enough, I stumbled upon Moriarty’s Irish Pub
Check out this insightful discussion about all things sriracha. If this is not a condiment that you keep in your culinary arsenal and use with abandon, stop what you are doing, slap yourself, and go get some.
To my epicurious brothers and sisters, I welcome you to the Epicurean Nation. A Nation without borders whose only divisions are driven by divisive questions such as should I serve beer or wine what this dish? or which pizza is better New York or Chicago….the answer is Chicago by the way.
If you are seeking a highly stoic offering of culinary advise and traditional recipes, I urge you to surrender your Epicurean Nation credentials at the door and seek citizenship elsewhere. We of the Epicurean Nation, hereafter referred to as simply The Nation, are passionate seekers of non-traditional fare and believe that food should not be solely a source of nutrition for the body, but should also feed the soul.
This blog will be intentionally irreverent and we will definitely not take ourselves too seriously here. We will indulge in our search for unhealthy yet delicious food with a ferocity and disregard rivaling that of our national symbol, the honey badger.
We will offer recipes, reviews (scathing or salutory as the situation warrants), cooking tips, and random diatribes on all things epicurean in nature. We encourage you to grab your favorite libation and join in the fray.