Das Stein Haus

Das Stein Haus

Home  |  Spokane, WA

If you’re someone who is interested in 3rd dimension Germany, fitted with stereotypical lederhosen, larger than life photographs of sterile white beaming smiles overlooking a grassy alps scape, accordions blaring away the reminiscent tones of…

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Das Stein Haus

Home  |  Spokane, WA

If you’re someone who is interested in 3rd dimension Germany, fitted with stereotypical lederhosen, larger than life photographs of sterile white beaming smiles overlooking a grassy alps scape, accordions blaring away the reminiscent tones of…

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White Bread

White Bread

When God made me I believe he forgot to give me the patience gene. And while I’ve heard it’s a virtue, I for one don’t have the patience to find out. With that being said,…

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All Day Marinara

All Day Marinara

Italians are amazing. Especially their grandmothers. And what do they make best? Marinara. Think of those juicy tomatoes. Plump, soft, ripply skin, rosy cheeked..and the the tomatoes aren’t bad either. So let’s get down to…

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In a Rush Crostino (Tavern on Rush)

In a Rush Crostino (Tavern on Rush)

Home  |  Chicago, IL

I’m sitting here, outside at a French(esque) cafe table feeling the nostalgic rush of when I lived in this vibrant city.  6 years ago we moved away from Chicago…my kinda town…And now I sit here…

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In a Rush Crostino (Tavern on Rush)

Home  |  Chicago, IL

I’m sitting here, outside at a French(esque) cafe table feeling the nostalgic rush of when I lived in this vibrant city.  6 years ago we moved away from Chicago…my kinda town…And now I sit here…

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A Breakfast Sandwich Nightmare

A Breakfast Sandwich Nightmare

Last night I awoke to someone in my bedroom stabbing a knife into my side. It was 02:32 and the moon was bright. I could make out an indistinct, hairline image of a tall, sturdy…

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A Breakfast Sandwich Nightmare

Last night I awoke to someone in my bedroom stabbing a knife into my side. It was 02:32 and the moon was bright. I could make out an indistinct, hairline image of a tall, sturdy…

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Campfire Double Butter Bourbon ‘French Toast’

Campfire Double Butter Bourbon ‘French Toast’

My sister-in-law, Apples, hates french toast. Her nickname is Apples, in case that was too many food-isms in one. I’m mostly not sure what to do about it either. Bread steeped in the confines of…

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Campfire Double Butter Bourbon ‘French Toast’

My sister-in-law, Apples, hates french toast. Her nickname is Apples, in case that was too many food-isms in one. I’m mostly not sure what to do about it either. Bread steeped in the confines of…

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