Saugus

Dave Copeland braves Kowloon - you know, the mega-gigantic Chinese restaurant on Rte. 1 in Saugus (of course). He went for the comedy, stayed for the food:

... The menu is expansive, full of lead-laden dishes from a variety of different countries and culinary styles, with PuPu platters that drop to the bottom of your stomach like a brick and sushi that is, at best, suspect. ...

Jay Fitzgerald compares today's palatial McMansion kitchen designs with the Saugus landmark and comes squarely down on the side of the pizza place.

Karl reminds us why Kowloon is on Rte. 1 in Saugus - it just wouldn't fit anywhere else:

... Despite the fact that very few menu items at Kowloon cost more than $9.99, the thing to do for this rare breed is to dress to the nines for their big night out. No, I'm not talking Armani. I'm talking sequined tube tops (mostly silver or gold). I'm talking micro-mini skirts. I'm talking high heels that would put Jessica Simpson to shame. I'm talking skin-tight low-cut lycra shirts. ... And the men were equally decked out in their finest. Somehow, shirts in the northern suburbs of Boston don't come with buttons anywhere near the neck. And who knew that it was a requirement to wear a gold hoop in both ears? I didn't. And it goes without saying that hair must be spiked straight up using the most crisp and shiny styling product available. ...

On underthesink.net, Berto reports on a rollover he witnessed yesterday on the Revere/Saugus line (which town it was in mattered because it determined which town would send police and EMTs when he called 911 on his cell phone):

... Now we're all just waiting for the cops and ambulance. The guys seem fine to the naked eye, so people start looking more closely at the car. Everyone sees the vodka bottle.

It's one of those fruit flavored vodkas, with a green cap. I can't tell if the bottle is open or not. ...

Berto goes into the Saugus Best Buy to pick up a Sam Cooke CD. And promptly discovers that the help has no idea what "Motown" is.

On Pasquinade, Amy writes she has a new hero: Shannon Fitzpatrick, whose quest for the crown in an all-guy beauty pageant at Saugus High has some people's panties in a bunch:

... Are you fucking kidding me? It's a fun tradition! Fitzpatrick wants to have fun with the boys. Shut the hell up and let her put on a tux and walk across the stage. The principal's "boy's only" attitude is a little disconcerting, as is the reigning Mr. Saugus High's. Traditions can be changed. I mean, Christmas used to be about family and thinking about people less fortunate than you. Now it's about iPods and sales figures. Things change. Let the girls play the game too. ...

Spatch notes the sudden passing of Krispy Kreme outlets in Saugus and Medford, following the similar dismantlement of the Krispy Kreme in Copley Square:

... When they arrived on the Boston scene, I was happy, but then realized exactly why it was a good Occasional Treat and not a Regular Thing: them donuts is fat. Eat a half dozen in one sitting and you'll groan about it for days. (Ok, maybe you shouldn't eat a half dozen of anybody's donuts in one sitting, but in my defense, I was drunk.) When I had access to all the Krispy Kremes I could ever want, the novelty was lost and the feeling of specialness disappeared. ...

Barry: Last night I think I might have seen the most horrific thing in my life.