Never tried asparagus with parma, I’ll give it a try.

Roy-

I already wrote a review of Grassfield’s South on Yelp sometime last year (http://www.yelp.com/biz/grassfields-food-and-spirit-waltham), but I agree that a full feature comparison of the 2 Grassfield’s and Jimmy’s Steer House (aka The Third Place) is in order. It could be the first BGV&RL collaboration.

BTW, I think the technical term for that kind of fist pump is “the rock.” Can’t remember where I learned this, but there’s a good chance it may have been from Danny Ainge. Any chance I can get a framed poster of Roy giving his supervisor the rock with the caption “That Was Easy” printed under it?

As for asparagus - it’s great on the grill. Break off the bottom of the asparagus wherever it wants to break. Marinate it in olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt, and pepper. It grills in about 5 minutes - turn it once or twice. Grate some parmesan cheese over it for the last minute of cooking to melt the cheese.

I don’t have the time for twilightage.com. I’m already spending 30 - 40 minutes of every 8 hour workday on thebostonbachelor.com. If I keep this up, my boss will stop congratulating me on a job well done with the occasional fist pump. You know you’ve really made it in the world when the highlight of your day is a 56 year old man touching his fist to yours.

What do you think would be the reaction of V’s dad if the next time I walked into the house I started executing some sort of complicated urban handshake with him? He’d either throw his arm around me and invite me into the kitchen for some Spanikopida, or he’d stuff me into one of the squirrel traps. There’d be no middle ground.

Ron may I request that you write a detailed review of Grassfields North, Grassfields South, and Jimmy’s House of Steer? You could even collaborate with V, the Salieri of Teriyaki.

And regarding that Italian restaurant incident, are you referring to the time when the entire kitchen staff walked out to see who would actually order a large pizza in addition to their main entree?

The weekend sports pool seems to have stagnated. I’ll check the VIP board for comments…

Did anyone see that article this week about Rajon Rondo being a roller skating enthusiast? It was a classic over serious article with lines like this one from Ainge:

“I did research and I did come to conclusion that he is a fantastic roller skater and he does it in his spare time”

What kind of research could he have possibly done? How did he find the time, doesn’t he run an NBA franchise? I need details on this.

I personally think this should be a weekly column; “Hobbies of the Boston Celtics”. Every week they could highlight a new player. Just imagine if they had this article ten years ago? We could have found out that Vin Baker likes to pound shots in his spare time and that Mark Blount enjoyed listening to people mispronounce his Christian name. I’m waiting with baited breath for the article where we find out that Brian Scalabrine is into scrapbooking, or that Sam Casell enjoys winning Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle lookalike contests.

I still like their ribs.

My theory is that it is equal parts rice and butter, with a spackling of spinach. Either way, it definitly is the most unhealthy rice dish ever.

I think we need to start a dialogue on the quality of Bill Grassfields, Vemis, and Roy desserts. I mean the Egg Nog pie and the Cookie Monster were first rate. And I know V and Griff had an ice cream dessert that had candied walnuts or some shit in it. First rate.

I say we should show up at Grassfields this Friday, park at the mafia table from 6:30pm to close, and plan on ordering multiple aps, entrees, and desserts while the waitstaff stares at us horrified. It would be like the time Griff and I ordered the Italian family platter and a large pizza at a restaurant we have never returned to since. Our waiter had a look of fear on his face, that i’m convinced was caused by his internal monologue: “I wonder if I could perform a traecheotomy with a salad fork”

I wouldn’t be surprised to walk into the Grassfield’s kitchen one day and see an ankle-shackled Morimoto behind the grill.

You have any thoughts on what the Grassfields teriyaki sauce consists of? We should offer a prize for anyone that can do it. I’ll personally arrange a date with the Boston Bachelor himself for any girl that can successfully replicate that sauce.

~Jimmy’s Steer House