Happy Saint Patrick’s Day! Yes, you heard me right. It’s Saint Patrick’s Day in Chicago, and two Scottish brewmasters are going to make the most delicious green beer you’ve ever tasted. Well, not really tasted, since this is television. More like thinking about tasting. Continue reading
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Marissa and her friend Julie (who is going to be a lady despite her manly features) are yogaing in Marissa’s yoga space. Not a room—a space. There’s a difference, and the difference is one of those if-you-have-to-ask-you-can’t-afford things. I suspect they may be drunk, but whatever. It’s noon somewhere! Continue reading
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Welcome to the second season of Brew Dogs, where two Scottish men I can barely understand travel around America, brewing bizarre and bold versions of local beer. The first city on their list is Durham, North Carolina. Continue reading
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This is the episode where we must pretend there is a huge battle brewing between Juliet and Annabelle over The Panty Party Incident. But it’s really not much of anything, because Americans are famous for making something out of nothing. So, play along and enjoy the faux fight. Continue reading
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Happy Fourth Of July! (I know it’s only June, but shhh! Just play along.) What kind of idiot celebrates America’s independence from England in England? These kinds… Continue reading
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Marissa owns a restaurant with her husband, which makes her working class. Juliet deems the restaurant “cute” and orders a fish pie and a white wine spritzer, which makes her déclassé. They are preparing for The Serpentine, a big and British fahhhncy pahhhty. Oh I do so love a pahhhty. Continue reading
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My favorite Real Housewives are New York, followed by Orange County, and then maybe Beverly Hills. But I’m ready to switch it up and cross the pond for some Real Brits. Or, rather, two Brits and a smattering of Americans who married into the crown. Let’s meet our ladies: Continue reading
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With Trish gone, there are four people left on the beach. And one of them is Tony. So, welcome to The Tony Show. Continue reading
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I tried not to watch, I really did. But sometimes a gal needs to watch other gals embarrass themselves on the television, and the only cure is a poorly-premised reality show. If it helps, I skipped the first half hour where we learn all about the first-class cast and dove right in at the very moment our handsome faux prince met the dozen-or-so women who are too dense to know any better. Continue reading
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Peggy is doing market research at a rather miserable looking Burger Shack. Meanwhile, Pete is joining the Mile High Club on a flight to New York City with his real estate agent, Bonnie. Continue reading
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