Fine Dining in BC

So, while crusin' around a while ago I discovered the weirdest place ever...the Council Rock Cafe. Like, what?! Apparently our school district is so fancy (*snort*) that we have a cafe (for those of Council Rock descent, it's right down the street from North). This was like two months ago, but I drove by again recently and got to wondering what the hell one would serve at a Council Rock Cafe...

Welcome to

Council Rock Cafe

Voted top 20 in PA by Philadelphia Magazine!! OMGGGG

Drink Specials*

Tequila Mockingbird

Atticus and Rhonda's drink of choice!

Whiskey on the Rock

You know you always wanted to...

Parting Shots

One and done.

*Happy Hour starts at 7:33am weekdays

Soups & Salads

Three Fire Alarm Chili

So nice, you'll have to pull the fire alarm...thrice!

Supe Soup

Campbell's got nothin' on this!

Show Me the Green! Salad

Topped with MmmmmHhmmm dressing. Scrumptious!

Appetizers

Wake-n-Bake

Bread basket, complementary with meal.

Golden Wings

They're quite saucy! Hand puppet included with order.

Fries

The best thing the cafeteria served....

In 'Queso' Emergency

Sit in the hallways for 20 minutes during homeroom. Chicken quesadillas.

Main Course

Spirit [Week] Fingers

Only served on PJ day.

Oz's Home Cooked Meal

Literally straight from home.

Freshman Surprise
Who knows what you'll find!? Served rare only.

After-School Special

Hawk, lightly roasted, and topped with an Apple sauce.

Dessert

3.14 Pi (a la Mode)
Cherry, apple, blueberry, or pumpkin.


Cafeteria Cookies
The fact that the center is raw dough just adds to their greatness.


Revenge
Best served cold.




Hmmmmm everything sounds so tasty! What to order!!


[Sorry to everyone who didn't go to South/doesn't get the joke. I'll tell you when you're older ;) ]

Speaking of the Lady...

This is quite possibly one of the best excerpts I've ever read about Gaga- possibly I've ever read period. It came from a great and extremely well thought out article here about why Taylor Swift (the musician/public icon, not the person is hated by little monsters everywhere).

"Let’s bring it back around to the lady that obvs should’ve won: Lady Fucking Gaga. Lady Gaga is viscous hungry sex in hellfire. She’s more theatrical than Broadway and every night she sings in romantic open fists. Lady Gaga opens her dress, extracts her gut, assembles it in shapes splashed in sinister glitter and then shatters her dangerous violent diamonds onto the piano and screams FIRE and it sounds like bad romance. She wants your ugly, she wants your disease, and she’s everything Taylor Swift will never be. Punks don’t win awards, they eat awards.

And so that’s what I hope for my hypothetical unborn children, whether it’s from Gaga or another powerhouse female who owns it on stage: pop music that shuns tired Dawson Leary cliche in favor of your drama, disease, love, revenge, and (when you’re ready) your dangerous ambisexual kiss in the motherfucking sand.

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah,

Roma-roma-mah,

GaGa-ooh-la-la."

I only hope that one day I'll be able to write something on this blog that is good enough to lick the stilettos of this one. Because it is fierce. Sorry, T Swift fans, I'm not hating on y'all (see, I'm from PA and can use country slang too Taylor) but I am hating upon your idol, who propagates waiting around for big stong men to come and save you and happy endings and fairy dust. Newsflash. You think like that and one bad romance will shatter that poker face leave you speechless cause you can't play the lovegame.

Gaga-ooh-la-la indeed.