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So, I just now returned from one of Omaha’s fine dining establishments, the Ethnic Sandwich Shop. It’s only a few blocks from where I live, so I see it often; a barn, painted red, with no windows, save for a couple on the south side. It sits in a parking lot.

I wonder what kind of rare, ethnic sandwiches they have to offer? Walking in through the front screen door, you are presented with a menu on the wall and a counter with a soda machine and cash register. One the menu are items such as: Hoagie, BLT, French Dip, Spaghetti for 20 people, and what I ordered, the Jammer something-or-other. It’s basically got lettuce, tomato, turkey, bacon, swiss on a sub roll.

It wasn’t bad.

Was it “ethnic?” I don’t know…ethnic to whom?

Guest blogger, bashhacker, will be recounting his Panamanian culinary experience of taste-testing all locally-made lagers. Welcome, bashhacker.

1. Atlas: 3.8% lager
Beer-flavored water. Refreshing on a very hot day because it won’t get you too lazy. The best beer-flavored water in all of Panama.

2. Soberana: 3.8% lager
Another excellent beer-flavored water. Crisp. Refreshing. The name Soberana says it all: 3.8% alcohol. I had to slam it just to feel a buzz. Perfect for hot days when you really should be drinking water.

3. Balboa: 4.8% lager
More alcohol than Atlas, but not any more flavorful. The advertisement of “intense flavor” is misleading.

4. Panama Lager: 3.8% lager
Riding on a bus sixteen hours from San Jose, Costa Rica, was worth it just to taste this beer. Oh wait, Costa Rican beer is better.

To see more pictures of time in Panama, go here: tinyxl /gallery

This design I’ve created
It’s maybe a little too varied
It will look better updated
I suck at poetry
Get married
Better stick to prose
Here’s a lunch I ate a year ago

This is from Red’s Java House in San Francisco. Come for the atmosphere, stay for the atmosphere. I mean, the food is okay. Just burgers and fries and a giant dispenser of mayonnaise. Little packets of relish. But the place is a little shack on a, basically deserted, pier. Go there. Pier 30. San Francisco. Get some damn fries.