the CasTASTIC VOYAGE

picked up a photo negative scanner. Here are a few random Holga pics from the last couple months. All pics were shot on a Holga 120-cfn, w/ 400 speed color film and scanned with the Brookstone slide and negative scanner…

Harry’s Bar & Burger, 121 N. Main St., Providence, RI

Our experience at Harry’s started off a wee bit awkward when we misunderstood the host who was about to leave my buddy and I alone in the shuffle board room, in the basement. I interjected and said I’d rather eat upstairs, on the bar level. The bar itself, a 5 or 6 person set-up was totally full. We ate in the small room, adjacent to the kitchen. The tables themselves were set a little too close for comfort (for me), but fortunately for the sake of my dining experience, we had plenty of wiggle room.

The decor of Harrys itself, a bold, black and white collage of retro style type and 50’s era clip-art offered a very fun feel to the place, although I’m not sure about the cow pattern in the dining room, which kept making me think of ice cream.

While intending to go in for a beer and burger, my friend and I were both too intrigued by their unique cocktail menu to opt for ale. I had a “Dirty Harry”, and delicious concoction of Rye whiskey, B & B, Pomegranate, bitters and nutmeg. Wow. I will go back to Harrys for this drink alone, if not for the food. My friend had the “Bloody Murder from Hell”, a jalapeno infused bloody Mary. Harrys also boasts a “bacon-infused” bloody Mary, complete with bacon vodka and bacon bits. So, needless to say, creativity is not lacking in the cocktail dept.

As far as food goes, Harry’s is very limited: You can have burger sliders, or a Nathans hot dog. The sliders come in orders of (2) with no side, but are priced accordingly. Lets just say if you’re looking for a cheap date spot, you’re in luck. Other then a very limited menu, as a vegetarian I was left with only one option: the “Fungus Amongus” portobella topped burgers, sans actual burgers. So, basically mushroom and lettuce sandwiches. Not exactly veg friendly for a spot located in the center hub of RISD and Brown. However, I only half-expected a veggie burger when I went in, it is, after all a “burger bar”. According to my company, the bacon cheeseburger sliders were great.

I will surely return to Harry’s with my meat-loving girlfriend, only next time I’ll eat beforehand and focus more on the extensive craft-beer menu and unique adult beverages.

I don’t know what it is about going to see the recreation of the burning of the Gaspee this afternoon that is so appealing to me, but I am looking forward to it nonetheless. I guess mainly because I think it’s rad that we live in a state that was founded by revolutionaries, and within a community that embraces that.

My buddies seem to think this will be a cheesy and corny waste of my afternoon, and to that I say: there’s always the patio @ O’rourkes!

Today, while at a party celebrating my Grandmothers 85th birthday, I listened to a grown man confess to trapping and drowning over 300 squirrels and skunks over the last couple years. He described, in detail, both his methods of trapping and killing these animals. I was like “wait, you really kill squirrels???” and one of my cousins proceeded to chime in that he has also taken on the disturbing hobby of killing small & innocent wild mammals. To me this sort of advertises psychopathic tendencies, but to a room full of “men”, apparently it’s comedic.

 Okay, I get that skunks are “pest”, and maybe even in some cases, squirrels are too- but these people aren’t just sitting in their backyard picking off squirrels with their red riders, they’re actually making a weird sort of game of it. My cousin, I’m ashamed to say, told me that he has a bathtub set up in his back yard next to the trap. He checks it in the morning, and if there’s anything in it, he puts the whole cage into the tub and puts a tire on top to weigh it down. He talked about one squirrel that managed to keep his little mouth above water and breath all day, to which my murderous relative responded with a cinder block as a weight. The other guy (my cousins apparent mentor) said that if the squirrels don’t die after 3 minutes underwater, he sets them free. I was like “are you serious???”. So this guy is basically playing Squirrel God, and eliminating the weakest squirrels. What he fails to realize is he is creating a super-breed of gray squirrel that can survive drownings and hopefully, someday, will gouge this assholes eyeballs out.

Get some fucking therapy you losers.