Baby Basch's BBQ

Baby Blues Bar-B-Q

Good day fellow grubbers,

It is my pleasure as Denny Franklin to be writing about our latest grubventure. Today, only the founding father's and Aaron Farasat (AKA Matt Kovacs) decided to go and taste the all time favorite Baby Blue's Bar-B-Q(BBB) known for their famous baby backed ribs. We were all sick and tired from salivating at Julian Hess's description of the fire grub BBB had to offer. So off we were to BBB, speeding down Lincoln Blvd. as fast as we could due to the lack of time we had for lunch. As we approached our destination, we recognized the dirty swap meet across the street infested with pro clubs and other cheap, ragged clothing from China.

Sorry Ladies, He is Taken.

Entering BBB we noticed so many amazing baschs working hard in the kitchen, cooking our grub. Our grub took up so much room that they had to use a cardboard box to fit it all. Struggling to stash our food in the box, the basch almost trips and drops one of our orders. We PYT him for his mistake, but honor him for his fire cooking skills. A short note: this place has the dopest business cards. Back to the bullshit. Everyone ordered from the lunch special menu which was composed of a main order, a side, cornbread depending on if you got the Hound Dog or Razorback lunch special, and a drink. While Jake ordered a pulled pork sandwich and Sam ordered a beef brisket sandwich, Aaron, and I got the Hound Dog. The famous hound dog lunch special is comprised of a 1/3 Rack of delicious Memphis Ribs and Beef Brisket on the side. Aidan chose to go with the razorback, which included baby back ribs and pulled pork instead. If you were to ask me for a personal recommendation, then I'd have to tell you to GET THE HOUND DOG!

Razorback Lunch Special. Baby Back Ribs and Pulled Pork

Hound Dog Lunch Special: Memphis Ribs and Beef Brisket

 With so little time left, we decided that we would grub like barbarians on the lawn of a random basch's house next to BBB. Like starving savages, we all rush the cardboard box once Aaron lays it on the grass. Sam, who always proves to be the most savage of us all, won the rampage and got to eat his beef brisket sandwich first. We are animals. We show no mercy for our grub. As we all finally settle down, everyone compliments BBB for it's gratifying and heavenly grub. As I poured the BBQ sauce all over my ribs and face, it was as if I had been granted admission to Stanford University. It was a dream come true. The meat came off of the ribs so smooth and tender like. Half the time I watched Aidan Hamilton suck and marinate his face into his baby backed ribs as if he was making love to it. He would have continued puckering for hours if we weren't on a time constraint.With all of us licking our fingers and slurping every last bit of BBQ sauce into our mouth's, Jake decides to finally check the clock. Holy (.)(.)'s! It was time to leave.

Deliciously Happy

Aaron, Sam, and Aidan, quickly got into Aaron's car. I was left with the Treasurer at high risk of missing class, as he was considering to take one for the team once again. We sped back with the treasurer's shortcuts and ended up making it back through the gates, leaving the dumb security baschs powerless. If you have never had ribs and are afraid of pork, please come here because once you have a taste of BBB there is no going back to any other diner ever again. Peace Ross. Flip Flasch! Check out their menu on their website here:

Baby Blues Bar-B-Q


Thanks for reading.

Stay hungry grubbers,

Denny Franklin

Grub on Kuche

It is a new week of grubbing, stay hungry my friends.

I will be starting out the week blogging about an extraordinary restaurant hiding in the poverty that is Downtown Los Angeles. Wurstküche (German for "sausage kitchen") is a phenomenal sausage grill, that churns out the firest SAUSages this side of Germany. Sam Adams, The Treasurer, and HNIC were in attendance as usual. Denny Franklin was missing, probably at church with his 31-year-old boyfriend.

Wurstküche was shown to me a while back, by my parents. I couldn't let the Founding Fathers and the Philosophy continue to miss out on the delicious variety of Würste they offer. The Treasurer very kindly swooped us from Sam Adams house in the Grubmobile - a mini-van without a middle row for maximum comfort. A vehicle of this nature was needed for the long drive to Downtown LA.

Sketchtown, CA

After experiencing gears while meeting Sam Adams' father, a very nice Frenchman who grubbing tough on Cracker Barrel, we took off for our grubventure. The road to Grublightenment was not a pretty one. We passed by scores of vagabonds, many of them obviously overtaken by the symptoms of schizophrenia. You and I would go crazy too if deprived of the fire grub for such long periods of time. Our stomachs go out to these unfortunate individuals. The buildings we passed matched the people sleeping on them. Empty... Faded... Broken...

Inside the Sausage Grill

Sorry for that depressing rant, I will remind myself to be PYT'd at a later time. We finally reached the Los Angeles Historic Arts District in Downtown Los Angeles after passing through blocks of businesses in languages other than our own. It looked like we had entered a different country, and we were very frustrated with this minorly retarded fact of life. The buildings here were great to look at - a mixture of traditional griminess peppered with modern concrete, steel, and brick was seen in every direction. Würstkuche was no different: a stainless-steel sign on a brick building with large wood sliding doors.

Grubbing tough on that Bratwurst

We waited in like for about ten minutes. Remember, this place is so fire it has a massive following and will always have a line. It was jam-packed with hipsters and men with beards. We saw about 25 beers on tap at the bar, each served in a different glass. We were the only ones not drinking, of course. A bottle of Chimay the size of the HNIC was seen on sale for $250.  Sam Bruce and the HNIC stayed safe with Bratwurst and Spicy Italian Sausages, which they loved like no other, but The Treasurer and I had to go Exotic. I went with the Alligator and Pork, Smoked Andouille sausage, which was hickory smoked and amazing. It was topped with Spicy Peppers and Carmelized Onions on a perfectly toasted bun. My exquisite sausage sandwich was paired with Belgian Fries and Chipotle Aioli, which I had to share with HNIC due to his baschness. The Treasurer decided to try the Rabbit & Rattlesnake with Jalapeno Peppers sausage. This was a great Würste, very juicy and flavorful. He spilt his fries with Sam Adams, and chose Chipotle Aioli and Bleu Cheese Walnut & Bacon sauces. I have to say, Chipotle Aioli sauce is probably the best sauce I've ever had in my entire life. Please get it if you go or I will PYT you, without the warning call.

Holy Alligator. Pork. Belgian Fries. Chipotle Aioli Saus.

Dopeness outside.

Overall, I can say that this fine establishment is the broodest sausage grill in LA, and you should go immediately. If you cannot make it out to Downtown LA every single day like us, don't cry like a basch. Wurstküche is supposedly opening a new location in Venice at the old Air Conditioned Lounge.

Downtown LA Location:
800 East 3rd Street
Los Angeles, CA 90013-1820
(213) 687-4444
Stay Saucy,
Aidan Hamilton

Holy Grubamole

Today we expanded our grubetoire by hitting up the well known taco and burrito artisans of Holy Guacomole. The Treasurer, still embarrassed Monday stoopness (that dirty basch did not let us go to Fosters if any readers forgot), was no where to be found for the second straight day in Coods . Though disheartening, we were not slowed down by his disappearance. We quickly asked Adam Nunziato if he would join us. Adam is a very dedicated grubber, but can usually not join us because he must make weight for rowing. Despite the baschness of his sport, he still manages to go hard frequently gaining over 10 pounds in one day all from grub!

As the founding fathers (minus the treasurer) and theHNIC all hoped into Adams car, we were reminded why we enjoy Adam's driving so much. He quickly darted through traffic almost killing us an others several times but it was all worth it because Big Adam is always in control of the vehicle. We lived dangerously and arrived at Holy Guacamole in no time, where we were greeted by 5 freshly manufactured Carne Asada Burritos. Though they were a bit pricey, it was all worth it from first bite to last especially when drenched in their homemade green salsa. I must say this salsa is one of the toughest salsas found in any of our local Mexican Grubberies.

As we drove back to school, the HNIC complained of a weak stomach, so we gave him a good old PYT. No complainers will be tolerated in the lifestyle! When we reached the gate we noticed the one basch male security guard spitting game to another basch female guard. It was too much debaschery for our eyes! This grime temporarily ended all the good feeling of grubbing tough, but we soon forgot it as we pulled into Adam's senior spot. Just another day in the lifestyle full of grub and grime.

Until Next Time,

Sam Adams

P.S. Rep the lifestyle by visiting the grub tough online store courtesy of Big Adam....http://www.cafepress.com/GrubToughSantaMonica

Sandwich Spot

 






















Dear fellow grubbers,

It is my honor, as the Treasurer, to take one for the team and finally write for the blog. After months of resisting I decided it was finally time for fear of being PYT’d repetitively by every founding father.


Todays grubventure was one of the best yet and i am thoroughly disappointed that founding father Aidan Hamilton was not present (He was fast asleep in Thun’s AP Psych class). We love you and missed you. After getting out at one o' clock for some unexpected stoopness by administration, conditions for grubbing could not have been more perfect. With unlimited time, we were daunted by the task of picking a place to eat, but I am glad we finally decided on The Sandwich Spot, one of my favorite grubberies in Santa Monica and a place that I had recommended earlier.




I know what you all are thinking... there is no sandwich better than Bay Cities’ infamous Godmother.. But seriously check this place out. They serve daaaaank sandwiches for around 8 cuts with free chips and drinks for students.
Back to our grubventure:

Driving to the Sandwich Spot, we were all so hungry it was almost unbearable. The hunger pains were so bad that I even heard Denny crying in the back seat. Thank god the homie Mladen was able to comfort him and reassure him that food was on its way. Driving up Ocean Park, we passed the Counter and various gourmet food trucks and we were tempted to stop. Thankfully our grub instincts took over and guided us to our destination. After parking, Sam Adams quickly swooped on 12 of Gary’s quarters and started feeding the meter like it was a hungry lion and I almost PYT’d him on the spot for being a such a basch (I would end up thanking him later).


After walking into the Sandwich Spot, our nostrils were filled with the scent of fresh baked bread and various meats. It was so overwhelming that we almost had to call Charlie Sheen’s nose doctor, but thankfully we didn’t.

We were greeted by two beautiful, bearded, sandwich artists who took our orders. I ordered #20 “Lorne the Creator”, a delectable combination of housemade roast beef, bacon, cheddar cheese, BBQ sauce, and “bomb” sauce (Jalepeno mayo) all on their famous “crunch bread” with other typical sandwich condiments (see above). Denny and Sam followed my lead but forgot to ask for bomb sauce (I should have reminded them). Mladen ordered a sandwich which included their delicious marinated chicken, pepper jack cheese, and bomb sauce on a sourdough roll. (see right) It looked dank and I almost asked for a bite but i feared the inner-Serbian within him. The meal came with free chips and a drink b/c of their clutch student discount but we were all disappointed that they had run out of Mrs. Vickie's Jalapeno chips and Hawaii Maui Onion chips. We settled with lays and proceeded to grub.


Upon opening our sandwiches, we were all in awe. They were beautiful. Denny began to cry again, but this time tears of joy. The first bite was amazing. The juicy roast beef combined with sweet BBQ sauce, crispy bacon, and spicy “bomb” sauce made for an amazing flavor combination. Sam Adams decided to ignore typical social rules of PDA and make love to his sandwich right there in the middle of the restaurant. Denny proceeded to weep and Mladen grubbed like a true Serbian.

Denny shedding tears of joy.

Mladen grubbing tough.

Sam making sweet love to his sandwich.

After finishing our sandwiches, we are all experiencing the Perfectly Stuffed Effect (see Good Stuff blog). Looking around the restaurant, we felt at home. We dined at a small picnic-like table in front of a TV and the bearded sandwich artists handed us the remote and told us we could watch whatever we wanted. We decided to not take him up on his offer and instead enjoy the simple whims of conversation. After nearly an hour of discussing everything from college to economic theories, I suddenly realized the meter had probably run out so we all dipped. On the way out we realized that they had refilled the chip shelf with dozens of Miss Vickies Jalapeno chips and we all PYT’d our- selves for not waiting. Thanks to Sam Adams putting way too many quarters in the meter, we made it back to the car with 5 minutes to spare.

Overall, it was one of my favorite grubventures and I know we will return to try their endless menu of amazing sandwiches. I could not have asked for a better place to write about to pop my blog cherry.

Peace,

Jake “the Treasurer” Squier

Tough Grub Pockets

Hungry Pocket. Serving the tough grub.

Note from the Fathers: We would like to invite all you baschs to read this post by our newest guest writer the one and only Yogurt Ankle. He might be a bit grimy in his preferences for yogurt, but he is a true grubber. Enjoy

Our Monday grub session started off with the usual dippage out of Cood's 4th period Econ class. However, this day was different as the Founding Fathers were joined for the first time by me, the one and only Yogurt Ankle. Due to my lazy baschness, I had only just received his off campus pass. I now realize how stoop I have been and will PYT myself daily.

As we sprinted to The Treasurer's car, we decide to grub on some

Falafel Sandwiches from the esteemed Hungry Pocket. (Located on Pico across the street from SMC). However, when we loaded into the car we immediately started gagging on an acrid stench we later realized was vinegar. It wasthe definition of grimy. The Treasurer apologized, making up excuses until he just took one for the team and accepted the blame. Despite this we still decided to give him an ol' PYT.

He tried eating the whole thing in one bite. Fail!

As we made our way down Pico, the only thing making the smell bearable was the thought of warm Falafel. Finally, we parked and burst out the doors gasping for air. We went into the shack that is Hungry Pocket. As we started grubbing we couldn't help but notice how well the crisp lettuce, the creamy hummus, and the exotic spices complemented the falafels. All this contained in the inviting goodness of pita bread. We also received a whole bucket of homemade hot sauce for us to liberally dispose of as we saw fit. (I was tempted to dip my ankle into the bucket, but refrained for fear of the father's punishment). Admittedly, it was a little grimy since they pass the bucket from one customer to the next to reuse, resulting in double dipping and possibly herpes. In any case, it proved to be a little too tough for us to handle and our burning throats required immediate soothing. Denny Franklin promised to get water for us but his Alzheimer's-ridden mind forgot, so, I, the man with the Yogurt Ankle honorably volunteered to get it instead. When he finally received the water from the guy working the soda fountain who looked like he was undergoing cocaine withdrawal, the Founding Fathers had finished their sandwiches and waited for me to finish mine.

Falafel huddled for warmth around the mighty sauce.

As we walked back to the car, we realized we had 15 minutes to spare, so Denny, Samuel Adams, and I thought it was a good idea to get twisters from Foster's Freeze. Aidan was skeptical to say the least but the Treasurer was a flat out basch. He refused to drive us there for fear of being late to class, even after we threatened to PYT him a second time. Afterwards, we spied a French bakery that immediately filled us with desire for a warm chocolate croissant, but once again the Treasurer refused, even though at this point Aidan had joined our cause as well and the bakery was only a few blocks away from school, much closer than Foster's. The treasurer had turned the table forcing the rest of us to take one for the team. We got back to school super early, waiting for the bell dreaming of chocolate croissants dipped in frosty Twisters.

Grove,
Macy "Yogurt Ankle" Rosa

Mini Series: Grub Trucks

Vizzi Truck w/ Bucket Seats. Table Not Neccessary.

Hey Grubnuts,

This is Aidan Hamilton again. The other Fathers are in grub-comas as usual, but I made it out alive. I knew you guys wanted another post. Keeping with yesterday's theme I present to you: Vizzi Truck.

The Venison Burger

There were many other trucks around on Olympic Blvd. I actually wanted to grub on a sandwich from MeetnPotatoes, but the stoop broods at the truck had run out of bread. How can a sandwich truck run out of bread! I walked down the line of trucks and stopped at the one sporting a flat-screen TV. I have fuxed with Vizzi Truck for a while now, occasionally getting their delicious braised wagyu beef sliders w/ chimmichurri creme. They serve you three (3) of these delectable morsels on sweet Hawaiian slider buns on a delicious cloud of white truffle and fig popcorn. I wasn't down for sliders though. Had to grub on the tough stuff.

I saw a new menu item on their list of fusion foods from all over the world: the Venison Burger. Sounds pretty legit, right? Yeah, well I didn't know that "venison" was actually a name for deer meat. Even though the meat came from the forest instead of a farm, it was still an incredible burger. The deer was so juicy, I should have known that it wasn't beef.  The burger was crafted beautifully with charred sweet onions, maple-dijon sriracha aioli, and queso panela on grilled brioche. I haven't had a burger this great since eating at Umami Burger, which I will soon show to the other Fathers. I highly recommend this truck, no matter what your grubbing-preference is. Vizzi Truck does not discriminate!

Peace ross,

A.H.

Grub Tough Truck Day

The Founding Fathers!

Well, look who's back. Great to see you! How have you been? Yes it has been a long time, we were being... baschs.

This past week has been full of debaschery, major retardation, and all sorts of stoopness. The entire Grub Tough Way of Life is extremely apologetic that we have not posted in over a week. We are coming back ready as ever to grub tough. With new writers and new excursions, we promise that you will not be bored for a second. Now back to the tough shtuff.

Big Seandie being a boss

Friday March 18th, 2011 marked a historic day at Santa Monica High School. Seandie Robins and Aidan Hamilton hosted a gourmet food truck day as a fundraiser for the Virtual Business program. Denny Franklin assisted us in more ways than 3. We were graced with the presence of four amazing trucks that serve the firest mobile grub. First to arrive was Great Balls on Tires, followed by MeSoHungry, MeetnPotatoes, and Frysmith. The event was planned to be off-campus, but the City of Santa Monica (probably the worst place to conduct business in the world other than North Korea) last minute waived a $1000 fee to have the event on-campus. After telling the trucks to move 17.5 times, they were finally able to properly prep for the 3:16pm rush that was soon to come.


The bell rang, students ran in every direction to get in line for the most delicious grub the high school has ever seen. Please remember that SAMOHI is known to have some of the worst food in the world, and claims that disgusting Papa John's pizza with rat feet and Orange Chicken made with pigeons is "healthy" enough to feed to our district's youth. We were so happy that The Treasurer didn't have to worry about taking one for the team! Back to the trucks. Sean and I felt so proud to see the crowds of students, staff, and community members line up to grub tough. The fathers were impressed with the SAMOHI community for fulfilling the philosophy.

Now for the grub:

Aidan Hamilton eating balls with his business mentor, Dave Heller

1. Great Balls on Tires was the first to show up, and the staff was super chill and the opposite of grimy. I had to try something from their exotic menu, which looked so ballsy. I ordered the IncrediBall, which was f****** incredible. It consisted of two ground Kobe beef meatballs wrapped in applewood smoked bacon, accompanied by gruyere, wild arugula, and garlic aioli on a toasted brioche buns. The flavors of meatball and bacon Since Friday I have not stopped thinking about this BALLwich of epic proportions. ROP coordinator Rebel Harris was fiending for the Buffalo Balls, which she let me try. Ground chicken meatballs slathered in a sweet buffalo sauce on mac 'n' cheese. This is why I live the lifestyle! GBOT was amazing and we thank them so much for coming!

Mladen and HNIC grubbing tough on SP fries

2. MeSoHungry pulled up to serve grub next. This mobile grub truck was the most successful of the four, with a constant line the entire event. Allan, one of the owners of the truck, is a great grubber and is extremely helpful. He will probably assist us in keeping the food truck revolution at Santa Monica High School. Mladen was couldn't resist The Duke with sweet potato fries and Dr. Pepper. I have to say, his grub looked so good I almost PYT'd myself for not getting something from this truck. Not having tried the burger myself, I asked Mladen to describe his experience: "The sweet potato fries complimented the salinity of the applewood bacon on the burger delightfully". Yes, this burger was so amazing that it transformed Mladen into a philosopher for the grubbers. I am so proud of this man, and happy that this fire truck was able to extinguish Mladen's hunger.

3. MeetnPotatoes provided some of the most pleasantly surprising grubbing of our lives. Despite its basch and grimy name which brings to mind an fat old eastern european woman serving a large platter of 2-week old grub, this truck is completely top notch. From first look at the truck it was grub-love at first sight. It is especially known for its sandwich which consists of your choice of several warm meets, followed by freshly cut french fries, provolone cheese, italian coleslaw, and tomato all on fresh bread. It was grubbing at its toughest. We highly recommend this truck, especially because it employs some of the broodest girls in Southern California.

Sam Adams, Mladen, and Stoop Karen grubbing tough. HNIC is not grubbing. Ew.

Talia the II so excited to grub on Rajas Fries!

4. Frysmith. A classic. A legend. It is one of the most popular trucks in Los Angeles, and was the first gourmet food truck I ever ate at. They showed up a little late, but were in full swing soon after the official grubbing started. I had to revisit my past, and ordered the most amazing beer and chocolate chili fries this world can offer. The fries by themselves were exquisite, having been seasoned perfectly. I had already eaten so much, that I couldn't finish them and passed them on to my family, who can grub as tough as I can. They devoured it, even though it gave my father (a Founding Grandfather) heartburn. Jake "The Treasurer" Squier had to grub tough on the pork belly and kimchi fries. Sounds crazy? Nah, they are insane. This combination of fries is almost unbeatable, with the baconesque deliciousness of pork belly fusioned with spicy Korean kimchi. Peace! Nick Salazar, a wonderfully classy man, grubbed tough on Rajas Fries, frenchy fries piled with steak and poblano chiles. He freaked out as he received them, marveling in their beauty. I didn't have a chance to chat with the staff until after the event. The one staff member I spoke with an awesome guy, looking like a cross between a Samurai and Sushi Chef. He was extremely patient as we dealt with some of stoop bullshit the city pulled on us. He also gave Mr. Kay a free order of fries after they had closed, which is very honorable. He didn't really deserve them because he came late and still wanted his money back from the tickets he bought.

The Incredible Rajas Fries

Grub Tough Truck Day was incredible. The event itself ran very smoothly, it was all the confusion before it that caused so much stress in my brain. Yes, I now have minor retardation, and you can blame that on the City of Santa Monica. They asked for a $1000 fee for a fundraiser. Told us to relocate to Michigan and 7th. Told us we couldn't park in non-metered parking spots. Charged us $86 for No Parking signs. Didn't enforce the signs we paid for. And told us an hour before the event that we can have the event on campus. Of course that wasn't the end of it. As the first truck pulled into the Circle at SAMO, the stoop basch security officers said we were parked in a fire lane and had to move again. You and I have seen cars parked here all the time after school. And the short buses are constantly waiting there. As a true grubber, I ask you to PYT the shit out of any Santa Monica official or SMHS security guard you see for the next few days or weeks.

Look forward to a future of many posts! Thank you so much for staying loyal to the lifestyle!


I will always grub you,


Aidan Hamilton

All photography on this page is by Nick Salazar. What a classy guy. 

Gruborious

The Slice Effect Combo

The past two days have been a new chapter in the book of grubbing. The frontiers of both the lifestyle and the founding father's minds have been expanded beyond a point anyone expected.

On Thursday night we were told by the Treasurer that a reporter from the Samohi would be joining us on our friday mish. At first we had a FB debate over where to take this welcomed guest, but this debate was useless and we were all dumb baschs for forgetting that being Friday we must pursue the slice effect.

When lunch finally rolled around, we thanked Mr. Coods for his economic tutelage and dipped as fast as we could to our cars. When we finally got to slice we were tired, hungry, and ready to grub tough. As we walked in we noticed the basch workers had not yet put our plack up on the wall. This infuriated the fathers, but they said their owner hadn't been in yet and it was he who would hang it up. So stoop but it was good enough to calm our peyronies for the moment. The usual mix of pizza, fries, drinks, and basch was ordered then consumed. It was all together a typical slice effect friday and not noteworthy except for the welcomed presence of a trio of persian grubbers (Kia, Navid, and Elia), a grubber who has often been mistaken as being persian (Mladen), and the much anticipated reporter Nadine.

Kibs grubbing on that Pepp n Olive tip. 

Later that evening, I joined Denny Franklin, the HNIC, Mladen Popov, and BK69 on a special grubventure to In-In-Out. Everyone grubbed extremely tough and was satisfied with their meal. I ordered an animal style burger for the first time, and I PYT'd myself for never having tried it before. I assure you that won't be my last.

After In-In-Out we headed to Benny's house, who had decided to throw another small party as the week before. The founding father's were overjoyed once again to celebrate together (all FF's were present). Aidan Hamilton even bought a frozen BBQ chicken pizza and cooked it up and ate it all himself (that baschtard wouldn't share with anyone).

Later on that night, after grubbing on a fire Holy Guacomole burrito for the first time (don't worry I PYD'd myself again), Aidan, BK69 and I all decided to walk to the North-East corner of Santa Monica from Benny's house in the South-East corner of SM (we were also joined by Franklin and Popov but they were being baschs in their own little worlds). It was an adventure full of near arrests but the worst point was when we attempted to go into Swingers but they said they were closing (never go to Swingers they wouldn't let us grub clamming it was too late but we all know GRUB DOESN'T SLEEP!). Despite this setback we had a deep existential discussion that opened our minds to new levels of consciousness. The most important philosophical conclusion of it all as followers of the GTWL to be that we live to grub and we grub to live.

Morning Grubbings

After finally getting home at 3:45 A.M., I had a good night sleep only to be woken up by a call from Aidan at 10 A.M. telling me to go to eat with him and Kian at an old standard grubbery--Bagel Nosh. I got up reluctantly, but was extremely happy once the grub hit my lips (I PYD'd myself a third time for being reluctant). Bagel Nosh, located on 17th and Wilshire, is the best place to get breakfast in the northside of Santa Monica, it has great deals and quick service and the most fire grub.

Looking back on the last two days we ate so much. We ate enough to make a dieting man cry. We ate at enough places to keep our ever expanding stomach's happy. In the end grubbing is the life we have chosen. Grubbing tough is the life we live. Peace.

-Sam Adams

Hungry?

OR

Answer both! Start your Friday off right by grubbing tough with S.I. Swimsuit Model Irina Sahayk on some fire before you hit the jarts. Today's slice effect post will be up later so be patient my fellow baschs.

Peace Ross

Today was probably one of the worst days of our lives. Just everything felt so grimy. Stomach pains, headaches, and sickness everywhere. Every basch that walked in the hallway had disease in their bodies and the Grub Tough Philosophy was no where to be heard of. There was only one place that still held the GTWL spirit, 4th period Mr. Cood's AP Econ class. With so many dumb baschs not paying attention to Coods, the founding fathers secretly discuss important GTWL business. Nothing was accomplished due to one of our inconsiderate classmates, Macy, who would not stop drowning his ankle in yogurt. He literally had a bucket of plain yogurt sitting next to his ankle and he would repeatedly dunk his ankle in the bucket back and forth back and forth nonstop. It was BLASPHEMY! At least if it was strawberry yogurt, his ankle would smell good, but because it was plain yogurt, the classroom smelled like rotten eggs and mustard. SO SICK! Just imagine to have to deal with that forever, peace ross. As 4th period comes to an end, Aidan Hamilton decides to drink all the yogurt in the bucket. A few seconds after he finished drinking, he peaced to the bathroom so quick.

As we headed out to the science quad, it is only Aidan, Denny, and HNIC trying to pursue the true grub tough lifestyle. Sam Adams chose another route today and we almost PYT'd the shit outta him for not grubbing tough with us. Also, we had no car today because the treasurer lost his key yesterday and his car was towed. What luck.

With so much bullshit going on, Aidan finally walks with Sean Basch to grub at Taqueria Chihuahuahua (Shittiest Mexican Food on Earth). HNIC and Denny make a healthy decision by going to the local subway and while HNIC didn't grub, Denny chowed down on a philly cheese steak footlong. So much depression in everyone's minds. Aidan and Denny end up back in Okra 5th period calculus so tired and disappointed at everything that went wrong today. Hopefully, there will be no more days like this or else someone might go crazy and peace their ross forever. It is an odd future out there. Peace Ross.

Your man,

Denny Franklin

The Life of a Grubmobile

Global Soul Truck

Welcome back my fellow grub fiends,

Another beautiful day of CAHSEEs allowed us to enter school at the ripe time of 11:20am. The Fathers were split up because of the stoop block schedule (Periods 1-3-5). Lunch was after first period, which totally messed up our grub schedule, but we still had to go tough. I realized that food trucks were swarming around 6th and Wilshire; something wonderful out of the ordinary. Through text, the Fathers decided that we were down for these food-vending vehicles. Mladen came a long, another pleasant surprise.

Hot Mess Sandwich

The Treasurer was back in action. Speeding down the lanes of Lincoln Blvd. at 5 mph we looked like the stoopest baschs on the block. Avoiding 5 accidents in all, including one with a police officer, we found parking across the street from Sōka Gakkai. I have no idea what this Buddhist shit is, but crazy fools in suits were chanting their language all over the place. They all were grubbing really tough though, so we ignored them instead of giving them the good ole' PYT. What were they grubbing on exactly? In a tightly packed line, we saw Cool Haus, Global Soul, Kabob 'n Roll, Vizzi, and Let's Be Frank. A pretty good lineup if you ask me. Our choice of mobile grubbery was easy though: Global Soul. A relatively new truck on the scene, we were impressed by their internationally diverse menu. We all decided on the same thing, which was a tasty little sandwich minus the little, called the Hot Mess Sandwich. It was a delicious bun with Louisiana Hot Links smothered with griddled onions and red peppers. I could not stop myself from ordering it with a fried egg sitting on top. It was a great price for a chaotic gourmet sandwich.

Okla wanted some grub too, but couldn't fux with meat because of Ash Wednesday. Again, we do not know what this day is; everyday is grubday. He settled with three (3) sliders with chickpea and chimi-creme fraiche, which came with a side of truffle popcorn a la Vizzi Truck. He said it was quite delicious.

So What, I Drink Jamba Upside Down

Today was an abnormally hot day. We had to get our Jamba fix. Who cares what we ordered, everything there is delicious. Except bikini-rocking cankle stoop baschs. Yes we ran into one of those. So grimy. The Jamba helped us not pass out from the hotness of the day.

Bikini-Rocking Cankle Stoop Basch

The following paragraph is graphic, paralyzing, and nightmare-inducing. You have been warned. Getting back to school, we had no idea what time the bell was supposed to ring, signifying the end of our daily grub period. Running to the gate to ensure our safety, a pedo-mustache security guard snatched our school IDs... Yes, we should have PYT'd this shitty guard on sight, but we were outnumbered, with a high presence of police in the area. We were overwrought with the thoughts that our grubbing privileges were about to be revoked. We sat through the rest of school in a state of delirium. The final bell rang, and we sprinted over to the same security guard who had confiscated our IDs. We confronted the dumb basch, who proceeded to give us our IDs back, off-campus pass and all. He no longer had back-up and saw what would be unleashed if he decided not to comply with our demands.  

Don't mess with GTWL.

Aidan Hamilton

Good Grub Burgers

Good Stuff Burgers

Since the beginning of time, man has studied the effects of grubbing tough. In some situations, one develops The Slice Effect; the unpleasant, but overall beautiful feeling of a stomach full of fries, pizza, and drinks. In others, one will feel a Fried Chicken Overdose; a feeling close to death and drunkenness. Today we discovered a new effect of grubbing tough. It was like a virgin being touched for the first time. We called it the Perfectly Stuffed Effect.

The founding of this new effect is attributed to the Founding Fathers, HNIC, and Mladen. After leaving the Michigan Gate, we booked it to Sam Adams whip; the Treasurer has been missing for the past two days. If found please call (310)555-5555. We decided that we were going to eat at the delicious gourmet food trucks that are always gathered near Santa Monica's MTV Studios. Of course, we were so excited to grub that we forgot the check the time. The stoop baschs were all closed. After EXTREME frustration from the whole crew, Aidan Hamilton recommended that we venture to Good Stuff Burgers. He grubbed at this establishment as a child with his father. Thank you Aidan's Father.

Artistic Menu

Good Stuff Burgers is very close to where the flaky-ass trucks park, so we quickly drove one block down to this fine burger establishment. Everyone was very distracted by the Silver Reign strip club nearby, but our grub senses were strong and allowed us walk on by. As we walked in, we entered a new world. It almost seemed untouched by the world, hiding in its cozy location between a strip club and some greek bullshit. Looking around, we saw that everything was very artistic; the menu was painted on the wall, paintings were scattered about, and the modern architecture complemented the tough aromas.

Heaven on Whole-Wheat Buns

We were prepared to start grubbing. As with most of the places we grub at, the person taking our order at the front was a dumb basch. He didn't really speak English, and looked at us with disgust. We could all tell he was pretty constipated. All us grubbers ordered some variation of a cheeseburger with avocado and bacon. Our orders were called one after the other, 66...67...68...69... but no one waited for the others to dig in. The burgers arrived masterfully crafted in colorful plastic baskets. Two whole-wheat buns, fresh slices of avocado, think juicy bacon, sharp cheddar cheese, a perfectly cooked beef patty, and unimportant veggies. Yes, the burger was quite healthy, but it did not take away from its deliciousness. The fries were cooked in a healthy canola oil, and we loved it. Warning: Do NOT get water from GSB, it is disgusting and will give a fat chin. 

Stealing Sprite, Water is so Grimey

Getting back to the Perfectly Stuffed Effect, the feeling after eating this meal was great. We did not feel the feelings of too much grease, nor did we smell bad. We were comfortably full, and did not need one more thing to eat. That did not stop us from eating at Gilbert's afterward. Good Stuff Burger was unanimously approved as an official grubbery of the Fathers and council. Next time you want a healthy burger for a great price and a perfect amount of food, do not hesitate visiting our friends over in West Los Angeles:

Grubbing Tough Face. Thanks HNIC.

Good Stuff Burgers

11903 West Olympic Boulevard

Los Angeles, CA 90064

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(310) 477-9011