A few pictures from the last couple months.

A bar in St. Paul… this bloke’s speedo was on the wall celebrating his achievement in local swimming races.

The Paul Molitor Burger (he’s a St. Paul native)… and this is a version of the “juicy lucy” stuffed with Jack cheese.

Super classy wedding cakes.

Horrid bar nachos consumed in St. Paul.

The World Bike Polo Championships, in Fishtown, USA.

Some readers will know that my brother and I are on an international search for the perfect plate of nachos. On rare occasion, we remember to document the quest here – nachohunters.com.

The above nachos are the most expensive I’ve ever had = $26.

I ate them in Barrow, Alaska at Pepe’s North of the Border. By all accounts, Pepe’s is the northernmost Mexican restaurant in the world. It was also the only place I ate while working an archaeological dig on the slope.

Barrow is a bloody odd place. I went to represent the state of Massachusetts (I was at the time, the summer of 2006, curatorial fellow at the New Bedford Whaling Museum). And, Pepe’s might be the oddest restaurant I’ve ever been in. The proprietor is known for marrying the chefs to trap them into staying. There is an under-explained fascination with the Chicago Blackhawks. And, as a gift they happily give you a pen. In the 5 consecutive nights I ate at Pepe’s the average number of fellow diners was 5 (roughly the size of my party).

Of course, it is also miles from any other town.

(Posting of the above picture is primarily for the benefit of Kiya and Andrew).