Rossi 1931 Paper

A poster of meat. What more needs to be articulated about this 18” X 24” carnivorous, educational, orgy. The 2 color screen print pops off the rich, thick 100lb Cougar Natural cover stock begging to be cooked. Alas, the tooth of the paper breaks the reverie every time. The delightful bi-product is a trip to the butcher. Hanging this meat poster in the kitchen is obvious as it doubles as a reference guide but we prefer it over our bed so our porterhouse dreams are met with ribeye mornings. Yank Marc Howell and Limey Luke Paisley have a great hand. Their other designs, and apologetic company name, seems to be most fitting for their work, current design MOST poignantly included.

We first learned about Hawk Krall and his illustrations on a trip to Philly. We popped into Hot Diggity, a South St. Hot Dog joint, and the menu was a set up 15+ visual masterpieces. The walls at Hot Diggity are embellished with Hawk’s unique designs. Besides listing the ingredients and displaying the hotdog, he peppers in specifics about the cities the Frank’s are named after creating art so interesting that they sell prints of the menu. Hawk’s gone on to illustrate lots more food things. From festivals to T-Shirts to MORE menus, his unique hand preemptively conveys the food fun your about to have.

This week we tuned into Marc Maron interviewing Michael Rappaport. The conversation started with city pizza preferences. The topic popped because they both now live in LA but Maron spent years in NYC and Rappaport was born and bread on straight 80’s hip-hop culture. Pizza is a cultural thing as much as it’s a quick food hit. Even though they netted out thinking the war is bunk, since artisanal food culture has made everything really good in most major cities, we still like the idea of drawing a line in the marinara. This Pizza Battle T-Shirt will do just the trick the next time we have to fly to Chicago. Although, you wouldn’t catch me wearing this in Naples. Those guys will take a life for an offense of this magnitude.

I’ve been wearing Vans since I was 11. The resurgence of this brand into the mainstream made me smile something fierce. Then they went and did the unthinkable. Marry the classic slip on to a classic slice. If they say you can’t have your pie and wear it too, this just changed the rules. Vans Pizza Slip-ons are perfect for that midnight run to that randomly named pizza joint down the block. (if you live in NYC anyway). I bet you can get it to the point where all you have to do is point to your feet and Mike will dish you up a hot one.