The Insider (dir. Michael Mann - 1999).

Not really, we just have a lot of places that do all the regional stuff well. (although I haven't had a good Chicago deep dish out here).

There's individual restaurants that do something unique, but nothing that's been taken up by multiple locations.

Most pizza parochialism is outdated now. I've been to the New Haven meccas, and they were amazing. I've also had pizza just as good and some better in Portland.

But those two things are all FDB is...

Kill and Hundreds of Beavers two recent movies that earned the heck out of their late title card drops.

It was a legit problem for their families when my grandfather married my grandmother (one a swede, the other norwegian).

His research assistant's?

Why is she bleeding? Did she pick at a zit on her cheek?

This thought was brought to you by my own recent rewatching of Ronin, which is cast entirely with people who are perfect stereotypes of their own respective nationalities.

There two stereotypes I have in my head for French men. First there is French (complimentary), which is Jean Reno, and the second is French (derogatory), which is PEG.

Bill Hicks has to be on that list too. (Unless you buy the theory that he faked his own death and became Alex Jones, in which case he also tops that list)

I'm familiar with small town American life because of all the people I know who grew up in and then fled shitty small towns to live better lives in the city.

Somehow "getting outside your bubble" never means meeting anyone to your left, no matter how far right you may be.

seems extra silly to me, when they're trying to loosen the rules on hot dog carts. i'd rather be a foie gras duck than a factory farmed pig.