Mad Decent

I love pizza, skateboarding, and the east coast. Too bad I don't love Mad Decent.

I don't love the Phillies but I do love that they're from Philly.

Pizza

Have any of you been to Tacconelli's? It was voted the 9th best pizza in America. It's that spot where you have to order your dough in advance.

"How to Order

It's recommended to call ahead to reserve your dough, but its not always necessary.

The best time to call is between Wednesday and Sunday after 10:00 a.m.

Check our menu and call:
You are welcome to bring beer and wine only!

Please Note: Since your pies have been reserved for you, we kindly ask that you take what you have reserved.

Thank you and enjoy.

Well-behaved children are always welcome!"

"Wednesday - Thursday at 4:30 p.m. - 9:30 p.m. - Last seating at 8:30 p.m.

Friday - Saturday at 4:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m. - Last seating at 9:00 p.m.

Sunday at 4:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m. - Last seating at 8:00 p.m."

2604 East Somerset Street
Philadelphia, PA 19134

What would Fugazi do....................?

i want to work for this guy

I HAVE A DREAM (BBBBBBQ Motivation)

I have a dream today.

I say to you today, my homies, so even though we face the difficulties of rain and sunburn, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day the BBBBBBQ will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "Drinkin' Natties, Smokin' Fatties."

I have a dream that one day on the grease slicked banks of the Inner Harbor the sons of Avon Barksdale and the sons of Marlo Stanfield will be able to sit down together at the picnic table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the streets of North Ave, a street sweltering from the heat of Lake Trout, sweltering from the heat of Crown Fried Chicken, will be transformed into an oasis of marinated steaks and alcoholic beverages.

I have a dream that my little dog will one day live in a nation where she will not be judged by the color of her skin but by the content of her pasta salad.

I have a dream that one day every beer shall be chugged, every hotdog and burger shall be consumed, the dank weed will be smoked, and the dirt weed will be made dank, and the glory of former mayor Kurt Schmoke shall be revealed, and all you bitches shall see it together.

This will be the barbecue when all of Baltimore's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "Drunk as hell but no throwing up, Half way home and my pager still blowing up. Today I didn't even have to use my A.K., I got to say it was a good day."

And if the BBBBBBQ is to be the greatest barbecue ever this must become true. So let meat burn from the prodigious frat houses of Charles Village.

Let meat burn from the mighty gay clubs of Mount Vernon.

Let meat burn from the dingy drug corners of Park Heights!

Let meat burn from the well-manicured backyards of Canton!

Let meat burn from the mexican supermarkets of Fells Point!

But not only that; let meat burn from the whitetrash row houses of Hampden!

Let meat burn from the abondoned buildings of Cherry Hill!

Let meat burn from every hill and molehill of Patterson Park. From every rat nest, let meat burn.

And when this happens, when we allow grills to burn, when we let them burn from every penthouse and every crackhouse, from every suburb to every ghetto, we will be able to speed up that day when all of Baltimore's children, black men and white men, bros and hos, Potheads and Drunks, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Grill at last! Grill at last! thank God Almighty, we can grill at last!"


The Baltimore Beer Beef & Blunts Bar-B-Q
June 13th
Jon's House
Baltimore-Maryland-USA