Sandwich wrap is the plastic stuff that comes in a roll. A sandwich and a wrap are two entirely different things.

He didn't invent it. Various cultures have been wrapping bread around food for damn near forever.

About what I would expect from the Foot Network.

Seacop: in 1996, Valentine managed the Mets AAA affiliate, the Norfolk Tides. My wife (at the time, my GF) came out to visit me. we took in a game. since it was the minor league, it was easy to get seats. we ended up sitting right behind the Tides' dugout.

Bobby farking Valentine, after every innning, he'd come out of the dugout and start scoping the crowd for 'talent'. He was staring laser beams at my gf/wife's sandwich, and my burrito. It was freaking obvious as shiat.

so yeah.

my lame claim to fame. Bobby farking Valentine Got the idea of the sandwich wrap from watching my wife and I eat lunch
the end.

Love it

The wrap was invented in Chaldea of the Sumerians during the reign of King Farkurabbi.

A brawl broke out in a beer tent and, rather than abandon his lunch, Ug the Butcher folded up the flat bread that Sumerians used as plates and took his goat and onion order "to go", by crawling under the tables on his knees with a "wrap" in one hand and a mug of beer in the other.

This flat bread sandwich is also known as:

the pizza
pita wraps
Shwarma
Donars (Donairs)
the Boob Tube
the trencher (hence the name "trencher man" for a hearty eater)

and by many other names in other times and cultures.

Pizza, pita. Same word.

It is claimed that Italians invented the pizza (in Napoli) but it is also claimed that the Pizza Marguerita was invented by a Greek chef in the employ of Queen Marguerita of Spain (the Spanish ruled Southern Italy for quite some time, hence the Italian "origin" of the pizza in Napoli.

If you are tired of Napoli, you are tired of pizza. This is why people start eating pizzas with strange toppings that infuriate the Napolitans.

Napoli, was, however, a Greek colony (Neopolis, New Town in Latinized Greek), so the pita with olive oil, olives, onion, basil leaves, etc., was consumed there thousands of years before the pizza was allegedly invented.

And the myth that Marco Polo brought pasta back from Cathay is false. In fact, there's an English recipe for lasagna dating from the 1200s. Things get around.

Banana peels were recently found in a midden dating from nearly a generation before bananas were allegedly introduced to England in the 1600s. Obviously people were letting them get over ripe and throwing them away long before they were discovered to be edible at some point in their lifespan.

The New World is full of foods that originated in Africa or Asia. Chicken bones have been discovered there dating to thousands of years before the Spaniards and Portuguese showed up. They seem to have come via the Polynesian and Micronesian islands.

In short, Weird Al Yankovich was right, and everything you know is wrong.

in 1996, Valentine lived in a mental facility in Queens. My wife (at the time, my GF) came out to visit me. I had a psychotic episode, and since it was a minor episode, it was easy to get an appointment. we ended up sitting in the waiting room.

Bobby farking Valentine, after every appointment, he'd come out of the office and start scoping the crowd for 'talent'. He was staring laser beams at my gf/wife. It was freaking obvious as shiat.

so yeah.

my lame claim to fame. Bobby farking Valentine wanted to monkey rhubarb trumpet my wife.

In the winter of 1996, I ran into Bobby Valentine at a cigar bar in San Diego. I was home on leave from the Air Force and out with an old fling of mine playing catch-up. Bobby overheard our conversation about my military experience and offered to buy me a round for my service, with one stipulation- he was granted a slow dance with my girl friend as fair trade.

I found this strange because the cigar bar didn't even have music playing, it was more of a conversational venue than anything. Figuring he'd not have any music to dance to and I'd escape without loss, I agreed, my friend reluctantly agreed. This is when crafty old Valentine reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a Walkman, places the earphones on my friend, presses play, grabs her hips and engage in a methodical side to side slow dance. While she presumably listened to the music, Bobby stared into her eyes and mouthed the lyrics in unison. I asked her later about the music, and it turns out she was listening to Big Daddy Kane's "I Get the Job Done"..which isn't even a slow song.

so yeah.

my lame claim to fame. Bobby farking Valentine danced with my ex.

the end.

GimpyNip: FloydA: About what I would expect from the Foot Network.

That's what Rex Ryan watches while baking cookies for Andover High.


Well of course it is. Would anyone watch the Foot Network while baking cookies for Andover if they weren't high?

Wait...what?

FloydA: About what I would expect from the Foot Network.

Know what's on the Foot Network?

Shoes!

/Try the steak!

The Kati Roll is said to have started its life from the Nizam Restaurant in Kolkata, a popular eatery founded in 1932 that sold kebabs and parathas and other Mughlai food in the heart of Kolkata. There are many stories about how exactly the roll got started. Some centre around harried office commuters who wanted something quick and portable, some mention British Babus who were too fastidious to touch the kabab. The most likely origin is probably more mundane, but in any case someone decided to roll things up at some point. Nizam enjoyed a virtual monopoly of this method of serving a kabab for decades, but it eventually became commonplace in Kolkata and later spread elsewhere.
The kati part of the name came later. Like everywhere in India, Nizam's used iron skewers to make their kababs; they were easy to maintain and lasted a lifetime. However, as Nizam's popularity grew, these long heavy iron skewers started becoming a problem; far more was required than could be handled. In 1964, Nizam moved to bamboo skewers that were lightweight and available in large numbers. These skewers are referred to in Bengali as kati or stick, and the names kati kabab and kati roll soon stuck. (new window)



/didn't know Bobby was Bengali
//hungry now

rickythepenguin: Jeez. you guys are killing me.

as proff i'm notmaking this up, i just told the same story days ago in a TF thread about Tim Teufel

A thread about Tim Teufel and nobody mentions the bar fight in Houston during the '86 season? I was like 4 months old at the time and even I know about it. Even better since he was one of the last people on that team that one would expect to start a bar fight.

in 1996, I managed the the Mets AAA affiliate, the Norfolk Tides. I remember one game I got there early, so I could get my favorite seat in the dugout. Anyway, between innings I'd do my normal routine... walk out to the field, stretch a little, scan the crowd.

Each inning I noticed this farking creepy dude sitting next to his wife (or GF, who knows) staring laser beams at me. It was freaking obvious as shiat.

so yeah.

my lame claim to fame. rickythepenguin wanted to bone me.

the end.

rickythepenguin: Jeez. you guys are killing me.

as proff i'm notmaking this up, i just told the same story days ago in a TF thread about Tim Teufel

Ha, no I believe you... just having fun with it.

Is it just me, or does Bobby Valentine sound like Alan Alda? I was listening to the press conference last night, and I kept waiting for him to complain about the war and then say he had a surgery to do.

/Red Sox need surgery

Seacop: in 1996, Valentine was hanging out at a small independant ice cream shop on Cape Cod. My wife (at the time, my GF) and I decided to head for ice cream as well. Since it was a wednesday, it was easy to get treatsand wasn't too crowded. we ended up sitting outside right next Valentines Bench

Bobby farking Valentine, after every couple of minutes, he'd start scoping the crowd for empty tables with cups on 'em. He was staring laser beams at my gf/wife's empty soda cup. It was freaking obvious as shiat.

so yeah.

my lame claim to fame. Bobby farking Valentine wanted to fill his empty cone with ice.

the end.

Wait. What? He wanted to eat other people ice? Or is that a euphemism for something?