We're STARVING!!!!!!

Welcome everyone to the newly created John and Cait blog!! [See Footnote 1, below.] As most everyone who knows us and visits this blog may guess, its name is a product of John’s undeniable creativity. I thank those people who were privy to the creation of this blog before today and who guessed the same for their faith in my (Caitlin’s) humor.

We plan to begin a journey through greater-New York’s culinary landscape, with you firmly secured in the sidecar of our motorcycle of life! The idea for this blog originated on a beach in St. Lucia during our honeymoon in August 2009. But like all good college graduates, we learned and perfected the art of procrastination and Flip Cup. We have experienced some amusing culinary adventures over the past ten months (Have we been married THAT long?!?), but their details have been lost in the depths of our minds, somewhere near the Pythagorean Theorem and the conjugation of Spanish verbs and Pabst Blue Ribbon residue. So for these reasons, we will put those events behind us, push the residue aside, and start anew, a la Abby Sunderland, if she attempts to circumnavigate the globe once again, or Kate (sans Jon). Where we plan to go is still TBD. As most of you may know, and the four strangers who are led astray via an errant Google search will find out if they get this far, we are one couple that simply cannot make a decision – much like Joe Lieberman and his political affiliation.

We hope you enjoy this as much as we do and find it the slightest bit entertaining, or at least read us while you’re bored at work and after you have exhausted all the updates on your Facebook newsfeed.

Ciao,

John

Slainte,
Cait

FOOTNOTE 1 IS RIGHT HERE ------->
This being a collaborative effort between a husband and wife whose personalities differ more than “Parent Trap” Lindsey Lohan (Cait) and her current train-wreck self(John), our blog entries will forever be divided by font. Any entries by Cait will be in a boring, G-rated font. Any entries by John will be not only funnier than Cait’s, but in a font such as Courier New, which John became intimate with in college when his ability to philosophize fell just a few pages too short (or when he was rushing to get work done after hearing the hypnotic "click" of a Milwaukee's Best Light can in the distance).