Re: lardo.
Which meatball sub? The bahn mi or the sub?
The sub with the spicy marinara dipping sauce.
Alright. Weâll check out both places on our next trip to PDX.
Agreed, although I donât see it on the menu right now at the one near me. I usually get whatever the special is, or the fried chicken sandwich, though.
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Korean pork shoulder is my usual Lardo order, lots of good stuff there though
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I just now realized who tweeted this, which makes it even better.
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So Iâve done a bit of internet research and it looks like the McDonalds fish sandwhich is a real thing. Not some forum trollery like I had assumed. If I want to go order one of these is there some kind of secret menu or handshake, or do I actually have to say the phrase âFilet O Fishâ out loud in public?
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Make sure to ask for it âAnimal style.â
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Most of the McDonalds Iâve been in recently have automated ordering kiosks, so thereâs no need to expose your order to public scrutiny.
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make sure to make it a double FoF
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From P22 Mountain Lion of Hollywood
A Eulogy for P-22, A Mountain Lion Who Changed the World
I write this eulogy while looking across one of the ten-lane freeways P-22 somehow miraculously crossed in 2012, gazing at a view of his new home, Griffith Park. Burbank Peak and the other hills that mark the terminus of the Santa Monica Mountains emerge from this urban island like sentinels making a last stand against the second largest city in the country. The traffic noise never ceases. Helicopters fly overhead. The lights of the city give the sky no peace.
Yet a mountain lion lived here, right here in Los Angeles.
I canât finish this sentence without crying because of the past tense. Itâs hard to imagine I will be writing about P-22 in the past tense now.
Biologists and veterinarians with the California Department of Fish and Wildlife announced today they have made the difficult decision to end P-22âs suffering and help him transition peacefully to the next place. I hope his future is filled with endless forests without a car or road in sight and where deer are plentiful, and I hope he finally finds the mate that his island existence denied him his entire life.
I am so grateful I was given the opportunity to say goodbye to P-22. Although I have advocated for his protection for a decade, we had never met before. I sat near him, looking into his eyes for a few minutes, and told him he was a good boy. I told him how much I loved him. How much the world loved him. And I told him I was so sorry that we did not make the world a safer place for him. I apologized that despite all I and others who cared for him did, we failed him.
I donât have any illusion that my presence or words comforted him. And I left with a great sadness I will carry for the rest of my days. Before I said goodbye, I sat in a conference room with team members from the California Department of Fish and Wildlife, and the team of doctors at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park. The showed me a video of P-22âs CT scan, images of the results, and my despair grew as they outlined the list of serious health issues they had uncovered from all their testing: stage two kidney failure, a weight of 90 pounds!!! (he normally weighs about 125), head and eye trauma, a hernia causing abdominal organs to fill his chest cavity, an extensive case of demodex gatoi (a parasitic skin infection likely transmitted from domestic cats), heart disease, and more. The most severe injuries resulted from him being hit by a car last week, and I thought of how terrible it was that this cat, who had managed to evade cars for a decade, in his weakened and desperate condition could not avoid the vehicle strike that sealed his fate.
As the agency folks and veterinarians relayed these sobering facts to me, tissue boxes were passed around the table and there wasnât a dry eye in the house. This team cares just as much for this cat as we all do. They did everything they could for P-22 and deserve our gratitude.
Although I wished so desperately he could be returned to the wild, or live out his days in a sanctuary, the decision to euthanize our beloved P-22 is the right one. With these health issues, there could be no peaceful retirement, only some managed care existence where we prolonged his sufferingânot for his benefit, but for ours. Those of us who have pets know how it feels when we receive news from the veterinarian that we donât want to hear. As a lifelong dog and cat owner, I have been in this dreadful position too many times. The decision to let them go is never easy, but we as humans have the ability, the responsibility, and the selflessness to show mercy to end the suffering for these beloved family members, a compassionate choice we scarcely have for ourselves.
I look at Griffith Park through the window again and feel the loss so deeply. Whenever I hiked to the Hollywood sign, or strolled down a street in Beachwood Canyon to pick up a sandwich at The Oaks, or walked to my car after a concert at the Greek Theater, the wondrous knowledge that I could encounter P-22 always propelled me into a joyous kind of awe. And I am not alone â his legion of stans hoped for a sight of Hollywoodâs most beloved celebrity, the Brad Pitt of the cougar world, on their walks or on their Ring cams, and when he made an appearance, the videos usually went viral. In perhaps the most Hollywood of P-22âs moments, human celebrity Alan Ruck, star of Succession, once reported seeing P-22 from his deck, and shouting at him like a devoted fan would.
We will all be grappling with the loss of P-22 for some time, trying to make sense of a Los Angeles without this magnificent wild creature. I loved P-22 and hold a deep respect for his intrepid spirit, charm, and just plain chutzpah. We may never see another mountain lion stroll down Sunset Boulevard or surprise customers outside the Los Feliz Trader Joeâs. But perhaps that doesnât matterâwhat matters is P-22 showed us itâs possible.
He changed us. He changed the way we look at LA. And his influencer status extended around the world, as he inspired millions of people to see wildlife as their neighbors. He made us more human, made us connect more to that wild place in ourselves. We are part of nature and he reminded us of that. Even in the city that gave us Carmeggedon, where we thought wildness had been banished a long time ago, P-22 reminded us itâs still here. His legacy to us, and to his kind will never fade. He ensured a future for the entire population of mountain lions in the Santa Monica Mountains by inspiring us to build the Wallis Annenberg Wildlife Crossing, which broke ground this spring.
P-22 never fully got to be a mountain lion. His whole life, he suffered the consequences of trying to survive in unconnected space, right to the end when being hit by a car led to his tragic end. He showed people around the world that we need to ensure our roads, highways, and communities are better and safer when people and wildlife can freely travel to find food, shelter, and families. The Wallis Annenberg Wildlife Crossing would not have been possible without P-22, but the most fitting memorial to P-22 will be how we carry his story forward in the work ahead. One crossing is not enough â we must build more, and we must continue to invest in proactive efforts to protect and conserve wildlife and the habitats they depend onâeven in urban areas. P-22âs journey to and life in Griffith Park was a miracle. Itâs my hope that future mountain lions will be able to walk in steps of P-22 without risking their lives on Californiaâs highways and streets. We owe it to P-22 to build more crossings and connect the habitats where we live now.
Thank you for the gift of knowing you, P-22. Iâll miss you forever. But I will never stop working to honor your legacy, and although we failed you, we can at least partly atone by making the world safer for your kind.
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Just play this clip for the cashier
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Iâm putting the line on your rating at over under 2.5/10
- I routinely ate and enjoyed breaded fish patties/sticks as a child and I have enjoyed a FoF
- I routinely ate and enjoyed breaded fish patties/sticks as a child but have never enjoyed a FoF
- I ate little or no fish as a child and have enjoyed a FoF
- I ate little or no fish as a child and have never enjoyed a FoF
- I donât eat fish
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I suspect there is also an âI have weirdo and/or hipster disdain for mayonnaiseâ axis.
What do I vote if I regularly ate and enjoyed regular non-breaded fish (swordfish, salmon) as a child, and donât think Iâve ever had a FoF.
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Sorry, proletarian fish eaters only. Bougie kids and their fancy fish donât count.
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Have one of your familyâs servants complete the poll.
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I donât think we were fancy, but my mother had a borderline obsession with not being âshanty Irishâ, which I bet included fish sticks. Other specific shanty Irish-related things I remember: no milk jug allowed on the table, no margarine (real butter only), real Christmas tree only. My mother was raised Irish Catholic and converted to Judaism to marry my dad FWIW.
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Milk jug?
The plastic gallon milk jug. Literally not permitted on the table.
Just remembered another one: paper towels could not be used as napkins.
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