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Yahoo
22-05-2025
- Business
- Yahoo
Fernson Brewing Company announces new food venture
SIOUX FALLS S.D. (KELO) — Beau Vondra teams up with Fernson Brewing Company as the Director of Food & Beverage Operations to help create something . He is teaming up with Fernson Brewing Company who hosts two locations within Sioux Falls being The Brewery and Fernson Downtown. They announced that they are launching a new food venture with Vondra as the food and beverage director called 'Totally Rad Eats' According to the social media post 'Totally Rad Eats is a product of a shared collaborative vision between what Beau has already built and accomplished being brought into Fernson Brewing Company. We are in the process of building out the kitchen and finalizing the menu. The full experience will be ready soon but until then we will have Pizzas, pretzels, and other snacks.' Vondra has been a winner on Guy's Grocery Games, appeared on Diner's Drive-in's and Dives, and has won a Good Food Award for his hot sauce Dagger and Arrow Diablo Verde. He is a Sioux Falls native, a husband, and a father of two with deep roots in the community. He is passionate about food, the culture Fernson Brewing Company said they will have more to announce at a later date regarding the project. Copyright 2025 Nexstar Media, Inc. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.
Otago Daily Times
23-04-2025
- General
- Otago Daily Times
Little choice in a barrel of rotten apples
A see-saw consists of opposing halves, one up, one down. So does this column. And just as a see-saw has a single point that acts as a fulcrum, so this column has a single word. It is a word of one syllable, a word that you will find in every language, a word without which things wouldn't work. It's the word that rules the world. On this page, two months ago, I was the king in his counting house, counting out his money. I rubbed my fat little hands together and I gloated. I cackled over my wealth. I was Dives. I was Croesus. I was every rich man ever. Because I had apples. For the first time in years I had a tree full of them, which I'd protected from the ravages of possums by means of a mass of netting held together with cable ties. Houdini couldn't have got through it. The only apples the possums could get to were fruit that hung hard up against the netting. These they grasped with their little paws and nibbled at unsatisfactorily through the mesh. To drum home the fact of their exclusion, I baited a trap nearby with apple, and the possums fell for the irony by the dozen. I would wake most mornings to find one stiff and dead. Smugly I quoted Keats and the Bible on the subject of apples. I reminded the world what an apple a day did for medical expenses. In short I revelled in my apples: sweet, plump, globular, free and mine all mine. To the orchardist the spoils. But ... and there you have it: the fulcrum of the seesaw. You sensed it coming, and you were right to do so. For few things can be so utterly relied on in this world as the word "but". But is the leveller. It smooths out the excesses. It dampens joy but (you see) it also soothes misery. In all things there is always a but. The but is built in. The biggest but of all, the buttest of buts, is death. It undercuts every triumph, but (yes yes) it ends all suffering as well. Imagine a world in which Trump didn't die, a world where he just went on going on. All griefs fade, but (there we go again) so do all joys. But embodies a notion older than any religion. It is the wheel of fortune, the most ancient and enduring philosophy of mankind, not as a television game show with a grinning fraud of a presenter, but as an observation of life's mutability. The wheel is always turning. And the best place to be is at the bottom, because from there you can only go up. "Fortune good night," Kent says in King Lear when he has been unjustly put in the stocks. "Smile once more. Turn thy wheel." And it did. Correspondingly the worst place to be is at the top of the wheel, gloating over a crop of apples. They grew huge. The largest is the size of a Labrador's skull. I don't know when you last ate a Labrador's skull, but I've been doing at least one a day for the last month or so. I'm sick of them. And I still have hundreds. And those hundreds are ageing and softening and becoming floury. The obvious solution is to give them away, to feel the joys of generosity. But that has proved harder than you might think. People have trees of their own. Or they see the Lab-skull size and they say they'll take one. Worse, they have crops of their own that they want to palm off. They foist their wasp-hollowed plums on me, their pears like cricket balls. I seek less fruit not more. The other solution would be to preserve. This time of the year my mother would make jar upon jar of blackberry and apple, that would reappear in midwinter as a crumble or a pie. But the process of preservation involved pans, jars, skill and patience that I haven't got and have no plans to acquire. The same is true of jam-making. It all serves to remind me that I am poorly equipped for the reality of this world, hopelessly dependent on supermarkets and other people. And thus my crop lies rotting, my smugness with it. The see has sawn. But rules the world. • Joe Bennett is a Lyttelton writer.
Daily Mail
22-04-2025
- Entertainment
- Daily Mail
Kristen Stewart's wife Dylan Meyer flashes her ring picking up fast food after casual wedding
Kristen Stewart 's new wife Dylan Meyer displayed her new wedding band as she picked up a post-wedding Uber Eats delivery. The new Mrs. was seen retrieving a delivery from Joe & The Juice that was dropped off at the doorstep of their Los Feliz home on Monday, the day after their relaxed nuptials. Though dressed down for the pickup, Meyer, 37, made sure she didn't leave the house without her brand new accessory. The gold band featured a unique, boxy design and glimmered as she reached for her purchases. It seems after a day of celebrations Meyer was in the mood to keep it casual and comfortable. Joe & The Juice serves an assortment of items such as hearty sandwiches and juices infused with healthy ingredients, foods which likely served as much-needed nourishment following their fun-filled celebrations. Meyer received an order from Joe & The Juice at her Los Feliz home The screenwriter left the house barefoot and donned a cosy black shirt and matching sweatpants for her quick pick-up. Dylan and Kristen said 'I do' in a laid-back wedding held at the Mexican restaurant Casita del Campo on Sunday. The intimate and casual affair saw the newlyweds wed beneath an umbrella in the eatery's outdoor dining space. Notably, the wedding was not officiated by Food Network star Guy Fieri, whom Stewart previously hoped would do the honors. Even Guy himself said he would happily officiate the ceremony. Though the Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives ended up not performing the task, whoever ended up stepping up as officiate appeared to do a terrific job, even utilizing a prop clock at one point. TMZ reported that Kristen and Dylan procured their Los Angeles County marriage license on Tuesday of last week. Although Kristen and Dylan reportedly met back in 2013 on a movie set, the Hollywood figures didn't become an item until years later in August of 2019. She kept it casual the day after her wedding with a comfortable look It seems Meyer and her wife were in the mood for kicking back at home They started dating shortly after Kristen and the model Stella Maxwell ended their high-profile relationship after dating since 2016. The Personal Shopper star and Dylan, who has worked as a screenwriter and actress, were reunited when they attended a mutual friend's party and bonded over growing up in Los Angeles, according to the Los Angeles Times. In the summer of 2021, the two sparked engagement rumors after they were both seen wearing rings on their left hands. Kristen later confirmed in November to Howard Stern that she and Dylan had gotten engaged. In the years since, the ex of Robert Pattinson has occasionally shared updates on her wedding planning. Last year, sources told People that Kristen had come to 'prefer less fanfare than she originally wanted,' though they acknowledged that her desires 'changed' over time. However, Sunday's intimate wedding seems to have lined up perfectly with her choice to eschew a large, opulent ceremony. In February of last year, Kristen told Rolling Stone that she and Dylan were likely to get married 'soon,' and she suggested they were more serious than ever when she admitted that they had considered having children. 'I don't know what my family's going to look like, but there's no f***ing way that I don't start acquiring kids,' she said, before clarifying, 'And also, ideally at some point soon I go, "I want to have a kid." I really want that to happen.' The actress said she and Dylan had been considering carrying embryos donated from each other. The Loves Lies Bleeding star added that, though she wasn't 'scared of being pregnant' or of 'having a kid,' she was 'so f***ing scared of childbirth.' In recent years, Kristen and Dylan expanded their relationship to become colleagues as well. In February, they were reported to have begun principal photography The Wrong Girls, a stoner comedy. It marks Dylan's feature-length debut as director, and she and Kristen co-wrote the film, which also stars Seth Rogen, Alia Shawkat, LaKeith Stanfield and Kumail Nanjiani. Kristen previously took her own stab at working behind the camera with her feature-length directorial debut, The Chronology Of Water, which she shot last year. The movie has been rumored to be a potential late addition to the Cannes Film Festival, though it will not be running in competition if it is selected later this week.
Telegraph
13-04-2025
- Telegraph
A slow train journey in search of France's greatest small town
I have just completed a little rail trip around a small slice of south-west France. I can't tell you how good it was. Well, I can – because I'm about to – but it will take time and be at the outer edge of my abilities. Toulouse is a good place to start because you can fly there from several airports in Britain. Then you catch a local LiO train. This will ease your conscience about the flight, if you have one. There are many advantages to a rail holiday. You may read, or watch the countryside without fear of crashing into it. There are no worries about parking, driving on the wrong side of the road among lunatic foreigners or breaking down. Insurance and the concern that your car will attract the attention of the criminal classes may be forgotten. And the rail pass costs less than £9 a day. Western Occitanie is a splendid location for exactly this sort of jaunt. The landscape undulates, though it gets a bit tougher up by the limestone plateaux of the Quercy. It's full of fruit, wine, rivers, and the promise of mellow prosperity. Stop-overs come in small- and medium-sized towns once centres of commerce, religious power, irritable seigneurs and bloodshed. Now more relaxed, they inhabit their history with panache, and truly have nothing to prove. Follow me. First leg: Toulouse – Moissac (1 hour) You head first for Moissac's Abbey of St Peter. It is an undisputed marvel of medieval France. The soaring porch is so deeply rich in sculpture – a three-armed Christ in Judgement, Evangelists, seraphims, 24 Elders, the Holy Family fleeing for Egypt, snakes sucking at the breasts of Lust as feasting Dives is carted off to hell – that it will take you through Lent to take it all in. Beyond, the cloisters are extraordinary: 76 pillars topped with capitals untouched since the 11th century and so intact that you may still read their stories. See, for instance, St Lawrence on the grill, as Romans blow on the flames. I visit cloisters whenever possible – my aim is to have a set built in the garden at home – but none comes close to the majesty of Moissac. Then you wander down to the Tarn river, to encounter Moissac's unsung Second World War heroism. Some 500 Jewish children were given refuge here, hidden by locals in and around town. No child was ever betrayed. A walking tour – details from the tourist office – follows the story. Second leg: Moissac – Montauban (20 mins) A revelation. Why did no-one tell me about Montauban before? A monumental harmony of pink-red brick, the town has swung from a virulently Calvinist past via Catholic re-establishment to a robust 21st century, full of commerce, art and rugby. Pretty much perfect, then. The cathedral is shut because bits are falling off, but the St Jacques church compensates. It still bears cannon-ball damage from 1621, when Louis XIII tried to dislodge ruling Protestants. He failed. The central Place Nationale, with two rows of arcades and a town crier every Saturday at 11h44, may be the most satisfying main square in southern France. Intense pedestrian streets – look out for the Couderc hardware shop on Rue de la Resistance for everything from skillets to axes – lead finally to the Ingrès-Bourdelle museum. Here, in august surroundings, are celebrated Montauban's two most famous sons: neo-classical painter Jean-August-Dominique Ingres and sculptor Antoine Bourdelle. Bourdelle would have been more famous, had he not lived at the same time as Rodin. His Hercules The Archer has arresting dynamism. I'd have it in the garden, along with the cloisters. Meanwhile, it was Montauban's most famous daughter, playwright Olympe de Gouges, who, having thrown herself wholeheartedly into the French revolution, wrote the Declaration of the Rights of Woman and of the Female Citizen in 1791. This wasin response to the French revolution's 1789 Declaration of the Rights of Man. Olympe was, predictably, guillotined in 1793. Stay at the newly elegant Mercure Montauban; eat there, too (doubles from £90). Third leg: Montauban – Cahors (45 mins) In a loop in the River Lot, Cahors, like most other places round here, was once torn between the bishop and powerful lay interests – merchants, and that sort of person. The bishop was HQ'ed, obviously, in a cathedral distinguished by two domes. This is a grandiose structure, but what impressed me most was the Sainte Coiffe – Holy Headdress – apparently worn by Christ when buried. It's visible, but only just, in a golden reliquary in a chapel behind the choir. The lay powers hit back with the 14th-century fortified Valentré bridge. This muscular item served a double purpose: to defend against the English and other marauders but also to thumb the nose at the bishop. The lay powers eventually dominated. The bishop needed their money more than they needed his blessing. Once you've seen the bridge and church, you're free to wander the riverside and some of the narrowest streets in France to take in the covered market and, later, make for the broad Allées Fenelon to eat at L'O A La Bouche. Stay at the Hotel Terminus, a family-run townhouse just across from the station (doubles from £55). Fourth leg: Cahors – Figeac (1h 40 mins) No direct train link here, so take the 889 bus. It's only €2 (£1.70), runs along the Lot valley, which consists of the river, cliffs and villages – and villages on cliffs overlooking the river: St Cirq Lapopie, for instance. Normally, I'd insist you stop by this little marvel of vertical stone streets and surrealism, but it's a hell of a walk up from the bus stop, especially if you're toting luggage. Onto Figeac. I've said this is the finest small town in France so often that the phrase writes itself. I use any excuse to return. So, rather than pretend I'm not repeating myself, might I direct you to this recent article? Everything in it is correct, but I would make two additions. Firstly, if you have the cash, consider the magnificent Hotel Mercure Viguier du Roy. Secondly, try eating at Le Safran, where fish are treated with skill which makes their sacrifice worthwhile. Stay at the Hotel Mercure Viguier du Roy ( doubles from £143). Fifth leg: Figeac – Rodez (1h15) I'd misjudged Rodez. I'd often driven round it – beneath it, really: the Aveyron county capital climbs a hill – and looked up and seen mainly grey. I wasn't expecting much. Big mistake. Rodez is grey, but also fine, busy and dignified – as you can't appreciate unless you get stuck in. In medieval times it was two places, with two sets of ramparts – one around the cathedral section, the other round where the merchants reigned and built some spectacular houses. The whole centre speaks of the wealth of a town which traded across Europe and beyond. These days, though, it is best known for the museum dedicated to Pierre Soulages. The artist was born in Rodez (and died 102 years later, in 2022). I'm hopeless on abstract art and have always, secretly, thought that someone who painted essentially only black was perhaps having us on. Thank heavens, then, for Christophe Hazemann, deputy director of the museum and a young man who bristles with enthusiasm for Soulages. In his company, the paintings lived. The museum attracts 1.5 million visitors a year (that's almost as many as visit the Arc de Triomphe in Paris) and has all sorts of temporary shows and events. Everyone who knows anything reckons Soulages a genius. So please go and decide for yourselves. Stay at the Art Deco Hotel Mercure Rodez Cathédrale ( doubles from £86). Sixth leg: Rodez – Albi (1h20) Albi is sometimes said to be a mini-Toulouse, but it is a considerable southern city in its own right. From the Tarn river, it rises to the Cité Episcopale centre overseen by a cathedral as sense-smacking as any I know. The world's most powerful brick church was intended as a medieval fortress-of-God, hammering home to Cathar heretics that Catholics were back in charge. It rises vertiginously, as sheer, vast and unrelenting as a cliff. Meanwhile, the interior exults with more painting and frescoes – 18,000 square metres (194,000 square feet) – than any other church. Under the organ, a huge Last Judgement has sinners tortured with explosively colourful relish. You have been warned. Next door, in what was the almost equally herculean bishop's palace, local lad Henri Toulouse-Lautrec is fêted with the greatest collection of his works anywhere. The famous brothel pictures – neither judgemental nor sentimental, let alone erotic – indicate how sensitive he was to the nuances of human reality, perhaps because he was both actor and observer of the low life. A daily diet of absinthe, cognac and related pleasures killed him at 37. A short life, then – and quite a short man (a shade under five feet) – but he's still speaking to us. Now you may wander. You'll be bewitched by ginnels, half-timbering, nooks, crannies, cloisters and, for lunch, La Forge Du Vieil Alby ( three courses £17.50). Nearby, at 12 Rue Toulouse-Lautrec, is the artist's birth house. You may not enter, but you might pause. Next door, incidentally, saw the 1741 birth of Jean-Francois de Galaup de Lapérouse, Albi's second most famous son, navigator and what France had instead of Captain James Cook. To end the day, cross the river back to your hotel, dine there – or maybe stroll the 100 yards down to the Planches Musicales, a snug jazz bar and cellar, with live music at weekends, planches of charcuterie and a tendency to spill out onto the terrace on pleasant evenings. End things with a swing. Tomorrow, you return to Toulouse (1h10mins).
Axios
08-04-2025
- Axios
Travel to Greece by trying King Gyros in Whitehall
Plenty of you have eaten gyros, but you haven't experienced one until you've tried the king of them all. Catch up quick: Owner Yianni Chalkias grew up in Greece and opened King Gyros 34 years ago. The fast-casual Whitehall staple has lots of fans, including the Mayor of Flavortown, who featured its dolmades (stuffed grape leaves) on an episode of "Diners, Drive-ins and "Dives" last year. What I ate: A heaping classic gyro ($9) on a fluffy pita with fries ($4). It comes with tomato, onion and lettuce, and I added feta, cucumbers and olives ($3) — and promptly grabbed a pile of napkins. The "famous gyro sauce" lived up to the hype. I almost ordered loaded fries, but I'm glad I held back. They were crispy, seasoned and fresh, perfect just on their own. Best bites: You can't leave before trying a handmade dessert, like the chocolate-dipped baklava ($6) with syrupy-sweet layers of flaky philo dough. The vibes: The building, a former Taco Bell transformed into a miniature Greek temple, is just as remarkable as the food. It's adorned inside and out with beautiful, intricate murals depicting flowers, grape vines and scenes of Greece. Plus: It's got a drive-thru! Stop by: 10:30am-10pm Monday-Friday and 11am-10pm Saturday. 400 S. Hamilton Road. 🌎 Worthy of your time: This trip was part of our Eating Around the World series. See the other international foods we've mapped so far.
