TODAY We have another guest Nacho review from our Belfast expert, smead.

(Editors Note: Follow the link for the restaurant below. Looks like the Google map is going to take you to the place in Belfast. It doesn't. Shame on you, Google!! Including our default nacho picture instead)

I have learned two valuable lessons in life. Caucasian people love mayonaisse. And if you order a Mexican dish in a European country, get everything on the side. Hey, I've been served mayonaisse instead of sour cream on fajitas in Southern Ireland. Fa real.

Anyhoo, I ventured into The Other Place restaurant in south Belfast. And to my delight, there were nachos listed on the menu. The toppings included salsa, sour cream and jalapenos. JACKPOT! Someone has schooled these folks on proper nacho etiquette. I has hit the mutha fuckin load!

 THE ANSWER: NOT IRONIC!!!!!!!!!

Yes, that's right, Nathan Warmack of Jackson Missouri was being NOT Ironic when he wore a Scottish kilt to a high school dance. He did so it honor his Scottish heritage. Warmack's high school had other ideas; he made the youth go home and change into pants. 

"I never believed it would have become what it is," Warmack, a defensive lineman on the school football team, said. In the end a petition was started and Warmack's high school principal granted him a FULL apology for his dress-code-banning-actions! 

Conversely, the man above is being VERY ironic in his kilt wearing.

Congratulations Freedom Hater readers who determined that Nathan Warmack was being NOT IRONIC! Yes, there was NO incongruity between the intended meaning of his action and the actual or perceived meaning of his actions! 

Just in case anyone needed it, here's some Mo'Nique for you.

I'd rather have Mo than Less nique.

Mexican food in Edinburgh? Scotland?

Seriously? The Answer? Yes, Yes and HELL FUCKING YES!!!! 

Your intrepid bloggers from this site stopped into Viva Mexico (actual picture of said restaurant over to the right) during the last days of the Fringe Fest this year. Harmon has been a long time California resident. I, myself, happen to be a California native and an honorary Texan as well. Between us, we have over 20 years experience of sampling everything from Cal-Mex to Tex-Mex.

We had passed the restaurant several times during our stay in Edinburgh and the idea was always there for us to try it. When it came time to go, we knew what we had to do - go there and try the nachos.

And....?

In this political day and age, we’ve dumbed down America to the point where candidates refer to American citizens like they were Fischer Price toys (Joe the Plumber, Vivian, the Librarian, Joe Six-Pack, Carl the Talking Airplane), it’s a refreshing pimp-slap to learn in this economy-crashing-into-the-side-of-the-mountain era, that Sarah-the Hockey mom, champion of the working class (“Hey, I’m just like you except I’m a governor, beauty pageant contestant, former TV sportscaster and can play the flute), is spending $150,000 of GOP money on fancy new set of duds, makeup, and hair.

 Have you ever seen those Discovery Channel documentaries where they have microphotography and insects are filmed up close so they appear giant?

That’s what this photo-work is reminiscent of.

Much like an enlarge photo of a praying mantis, you can actually see each individual hair on the chicken, as it glistens unnaturally on the plate next to some out-of-focus cooked carrots. Bon appetit!

 In my new book, The American-Dream, I got out and live numerous people's perceptions of what the American Dream means to them by walking in their shoes:

For the structure of the book, I had a particular member of each subculture write an essay on what the American Dream means to them. 

 Who doesn’t love when restaurants take photos of their food and then display these images in their window? The result is often the opposite of what they intended; it actually makes the meal look less appealing. Chinatown or Skid Row eateries are a great place to marvel at these culinary-displeasing photographic works of art. Blurry, badly lit, out-of-focus, or just plain poorly framed, maybe shot with a disposable camera, this genre of photography is deserving of a little recognition from the art community. So here’s a brief sampling and critique of the marvels that is…….Bad Restaurant Food Photography!