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		<title>Dave, meet Mindy</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/odds-ends/dave-meet-mindy</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 03:25:28 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Odds & Ends]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There are Douchebag Daves in every city, but you may not always score clothing from them. Over the weekend this guy met Mindy, or Cynthia, somewhere in Chicago and she got away with his pants; good for her. From Craigslist I was hitting on your friend first and then i realized she was way too tall for me. On a scale of 1-10, my friend called you a slump buster. I, on the other hand, use a much more efficient and streamlined scale, 0-1. you were a .5. It&#8217;s funny the way vodka works because the more and more I drank it, I thought &#8220;This girl is definitely my type.&#8221; Honestly the sex was mediocre, the regret is exceptional and the hangover even worse. So if you are, or know anyone whose name is cynthia but goes by mindy (WTF) can you please call me. I want my Champion sweats back. If you want to have a go at meeting new people, here&#8217;s an article on the 10 best bars for singles in Chicago. Check it out and report back with your experience or new gear. Image from fish2000]]></description>
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		<title>Bengal Village</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/united-kingdom/london/bengal-village</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[London]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Elizabeth Glanville &#8220;You are hungry? You eat here, I give you free glass of wine! Welcome to my home!” “I offer ten percent discount and we have very cozy restaurant. Ladies! You eat here!” “For you I give fifteen percent discount, and a free wine. Red or white?&#8221; Sarah glances at me. &#8220;Yep?&#8221; she questions, but before I can respond I get hustled into the spice-infused cavern, a world away from the narrow street crowded with gaudy signs, anxious taxi drivers and dawdling tourists. Inside the curry house the scent of cumin and garlic takes on a new intensity and I have to fight the urge to lean over and pinch rejected corners of naan bread off strangers’ plates. A rounded Indian man waltzes around the tables and grabs us in time, leading us to the back of the restaurant with smiles and gaiety as he quizzes us on our wine preference. However, once we’re instated on our Formica thrones we didn’t see him for another twenty minutes. As we wait I study my fellow diners. The restaurant appears to contain a microcosm of the population of the city; young professionals and City financiers mingle with local Bangladeshis and [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Meydan Pub</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/turkey/istanbul/meydane-pub</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Istanbul]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Christopher Long A typical night at Meydan Pub begins with a series of handshakes at the door, with shouts of “Merhaba!” and “Hoşgeldiniz!” We are greeted by the owners like cousins. With grins on all of our faces we sit at our usual table by the window – on this particular night there is no football game on, otherwise the pub would be bursting with excitable Turks, and the air filled with tobacco smoke and catcalling. No, tonight the place is more-or-less empty, except for the two or three Turkish men in the corner quietly discussing politics or the Fenerbahçe-Galatasaray rivalry. On the wall there sits the classic photograph of Ataturk, founder of the Republic, wearing his content, omniscient grin. Beside him, hanging from the wood-panelled wall was an occupied bird cage, a strange but common sight in Turkish bars. The yellow songbird inside probably has a name or an explanation, but with my laboured, broken Turkish, I have never bothered asking for either. Our first round of Efes beers arrive and some in our party light their cigarettes and hold them out the window, pointing to the dark but active street one storey below. With a clink of [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Marigny Laundromat Launders Innovation</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/usa/new-orleans/marigny-laundromat-launders-innovation</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[New Orleans]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Clurra Donald As soon as I moved to New Orleans, like everyone else, I was immediately wooed by the romance, the music and off course, the soul food – but I have to say, more importantly, New Orleans has provided a whole new attitude in how I live my life. This change came by simply immersing myself in the people who also live and operate around me. Laundry, of all housework I most despise has now become a weekly activity I look forward to. That&#8217;s ridiculous, you might say, no one actually enjoys doing laundry. However, until you visit the Laundromat just around the corner from where I live and see what I see each week, you just might believe me. Venturing into another city can often feel like stepping into a new world; but have you ever considered that everything you go on vacation to remove yourself from still occurs all around you?; People going about their daily business, going to work, grocery shopping – even doing boring old laundry? Yes, it might take the glamour out of the illusion your travel operator envisioned, but paying attention to how other people carry out the same tedious tasks as [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>My True Love is a Basement Resto: Amelio&#8217;s Pizza</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/canada/montreal/my-true-love-is-a-basement-resto-amelios-pizza</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Apr 2012 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Montreal]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Lucy Armstrong
As a festive city with relentless vitality, Montreal teems with hidden treasures that promise to thrill the seasoned connoisseur and lure in the fresh-faced food adventurer alike, laying out a vigorous playground of cultural food havens. In the midst of this lush trove of international cuisine, the palate of my early student days turned from the ritzy downtown establishments to the legendary Amelio’s restaurant, tucked in the corner of Rue Milton and Rue St. Famille at the heart of McGill University’s “student ghetto.”]]></description>
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		<title>Magma</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/singapore/magma</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Singapore]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Ting It was yet another Sunday before a week of work and I was determined to make the day a little less mundane by drifting round the Tanjong Pagar railway station, just a few months before the announcement of its closure. Since I just bought a pinhole camera, it was a great motivation against inertia. After an hour of excruciating humidity, my concentration waned. “Hey, that’s a very interesting camera.” I turned round to find the owner of the voice. He was a tourist in his early fifties; a German working in Japan who just arrived in Singapore for business. We talked about pinhole photography for a while. I had no plans for the day and I was quite done photographing. “Why don’t I show you some places less known to tourists? It’s not too far away.” His eyes lit up and he smiled through his greying beard. We commenced drifting along Kampong Bahru Road where I highlighted the Highlander Coffee Bar I frequented because it took coffee seriously yet kept the cost affordable. When we hit Neil Road, I performed the job of a guide and pointed out the established gay bar, Taboo as well as the array [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Le Comptoir</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/morocco/marrakech/le-comptoir</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Mar 2012 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Marrakech]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By Lee Davy I am sitting in a huge circular table with twelve other people all spanning seven different nationalities. The room is very dark and I am reminded of those stupid energy saving light bulbs that my Mum uses back home, only this time I am not complaining because it suits the mood perfectly. The air is filled with the sweet smell of smoke with the occasional rude intrusion of the acrid tinge of a cigar. As the stench invades my nostrils my head instinctively turns towards the stream and my eyes follow its trail until it leads straight to the mouth of Sam El Sayed. He tips his head to me and as I nod back I notice a tiny pearl of sweat drip from his bald head and singe the tip of his huge cigar. Christ, it is warm in here. The plate in front of me has so much lamb on it. I simply love lamb but I am chocked full of the stuff. I want to fill my pockets with it and hand it to the street kids that are going to harass me as soon as I hit the smokeless African air. Luckily the [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>The Jade Monkey &#8211; Midget Wrestling</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/usa/madison-wi/the-jade-monkey-midget-wrestling</link>
		<comments>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/usa/madison-wi/the-jade-monkey-midget-wrestling#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 17:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Madison WI]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[By AJ Dellinger &#8220;There are little people and mascots beating one another with pupil sticks on the TV,” I uttered after taking a booth seat across from the bar at the Jade Monkey. It&#8217;s a hot spot in Madison, Wisconsin for cheap drinks and quirky entertainment. Yet the idea of little people, behind the leadership of Gary Coleman, in some sort of war with costumed college representatives was still taxing to our group. Why did such a thing exist? Who in their right mind would purchase such an absurd film? And then we realized we were watching it&#8211;and no one was drunk yet. A few flips through the drink menu that sat at every table, containing everything from local favorites to barmaid concoctions and even national drinks, eventually revealed everyone&#8217;s selections. With drinks in hand, we returned to the booth&#8211;and to discussion of what was transpiring on the television. A man in a giant cowboy head was speared by a bull. A collection of mascots got into a fight at a restaurant. We all strained to read the captions to discover if this apparent documentary was real or fake. The reasons for it being fake were clear at its concept: [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Duffy&#8217;s Love Shack</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/virgin-islands/st-thomas/duffys-love-shack</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 17:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[St. Thomas]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[“Help! I’m surrounded by six drunken girls dancing around me and shouting that men suck!”

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know – it’s, like, a weird open bar in a little shack in the middle of a parking lot! There are girls grinding on palm trees outside!”

“Oh, okay. Be there in a minute.”]]></description>
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		<title>Nayah</title>
		<link>http://thisiswhatsthere.com/places/turkey/istanbul/nayah</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 17:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[matt]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Istanbul]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[There is a tendency amongst those looking for a good time in Istanbul's party district, to by-pass almost anything outside the main bar hubs. Groups of friends from out of town normally stand in the crowded streets arguing about whether to find a place to dance or “just chill,” at least I have the option of Nayah to cut short any dispute.]]></description>
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