Cute!

I thought you'd like that post.

The old Chowhound had a chowhound site design. The new Chowhound has a foodie site design. A moment of silence, please, for aesthetic unity.

End of silence.

The old chowhound wasn't really easy to search the few times I used it.

These Serious Eats people don't seem to have mastered teh concept of the permalink.

It's a fair point, S, but the old Chowhound search was horrible, so I'll take the aesthetic compromise.

Where is the missing permalink? (Not a trick question.)

N.B., one may have had difficulty searching the old Chowhound site.

Here, for instance. Lots of posts, in fact, in the required eating section, when directing you to read more at ..., in fact point to the home blog or site, not the particular post, page, or what-have-you that's actually of interest.

This one about fried okra, eg.

point to the home blog or site, not the particular post, page, or what-have-you that's actually of interest.

Huh, sure enough. I'm going to give them some "site feedback."

And that's not a euphemism.

The offal blog has a beef heart recipe! Score!

Ben, maybe your new year's resolution should be to like normal stuff for a while. Try Justin Timberlake and McDonald's.

Thanks to Ben's previous adventures in cockproffery, I'm mentally supplementing the pig face photo with a penis. I am not so happy.

I haven't set foot in a McDonald's, with one exception a few years ago solely to make use of their pissoir, in longer than I can remember. Actually the last time may have been in 2003, in Athens, also to use the facilities. But to eat—no clue.

Dear God, deep-fried pizza. I think I might cry.

The hoohole is satisfyingly shallow these days.

5 - I know various people associated with this site, so I'll pass that along directly to go along with Ogged's IYKWIM.

McDonald's ice tea is very good.

Did you see this, apostropher?

I have to say that the word "chowhound" is by far the ugliest and stupidest-sounding name I've ever heard for an otherwise potentially enjoyable hobby. I'll probably never become one for that reason.

They came first for the ridgeplate, and I didn't comment because I use unplated ridges.

Then they came for the b, and I didn't comment because I don't eat honey.

Then they came for the pipe, and I didn't comment because I don't smoke.

Then they came for the stand, and I didn't comment because I was lying down.

Then they came for me, and by that time no one was left to comment.

Then they came for me, and I didn't comment because I hate that fucking song.

At least it's not chicken-fried pizza.

Song?

Do, a deer, a female deer, Re, a drop of golden sun
Mi, a name I call myself, Fa, a long long way to run

etc.

ben, teo can't hear music, remember?

16: Me too, this summer, for the same purposes and possibly the same McDonalds. Syntagma?

No, some place down near the old Olympic stadium. I can't remember the name of the particular square, but there's a gyros place with a red door next to a cafe with a blue door in a nearby square (whose particular name I also can't remember).

The square with the red door (also a good bakery) is Plateia Varnava. The McDonald's I was in is somewhere around there. I remember that there was some good ice cream on Ymittou.

Ah. We never made it that far out -- we were only there a few days, so spent most of our time in the more touristy areas.

It's been freaking me out a little that the Burger King I walk past on my way to the office (5th Ave. in the 30's) has a cyber-cafe. Is this common in fast food restaurants now?