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“Prime Rib, Steaks and More” reads the business card. Not really a lot more, actually.

To inaugurate my new series, “reviews of restaurants within walking distances” (read: “excuses to not cook dinner”), we decided to try Prime on the Avenue, the newest restaurant on Burlingame Ave. We went the first week they opened, and amazing how quickly word must have gotten out: it was pretty packed. The menu says “senior citizens get 10% off all items”, and I’d say that is a successful draw, as the average patron age when we were there had to be in the 50s, easily. This location used to be a Chinese restaurant (actually, one I really liked), and it still has some touches of the old decor, although the redecorating overall is pleasant; tasteful paintings and new chairs are the highlights. The beverage/waitstaff island has been replaced with a raised area for the prime-rib cutting counter, which I guess is to give it that real “prime rib joint” feel. Aside from that, the layout seems pretty much the same.

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I bought the 40-Year-Old Virgin DVD right before the parents came to visit in December, but didn’t get a chance to watch it before they showed up. While they were here I offered, but they said they had recently rented it and only got through 15 minutes of it before giving up, thinking it was too stupid/not funny/?. This is the same thing they said about Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle, so I almost took that as a good sign. But, still didn’t get a chance to actually pop the badboy into the player until a few days ago.

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Now I’m pissed. This is the book I’d write, if I could write. Or at least wish I would write. Now it’s written. I’m going to go jump off something large and precarious.

Go buy John Hodgman’s The Areas of My Expertise, See, I even included a non-affiliated Amazon link right there for you to click. It’s that good. Funny as all get out. It’s like the Book of the Subgenius, but with truer lies. If you like your humor weird, and your facts with extra falsity, you’ll love it. Truly strange stuff, this guy has a great imagination. I want to befriend him. To usurp some of his wit. To dine on his brain and make his thoughts my ow–wait, forget that last bit.