Thursday, September 22, 2011



It's been a long and dreary spell without Nordo around these parts.  The months have dragged on with nothing to look forward to.  The world wobbles along on its axis without direction.  We've waited for a message, a note, a blip on the screen.  Nothing.

Then without warning he returns.  With unabashed style he flies in on a Pan Am plane direct from Honolulu with wild tales, even wilder dishes, and armed with blistering opinions on the state of the world through the eyes of a chef, or a celery stalk, his totem vegetable.

It looks as though Nordo may have gotten himself into the trouble while abroad.  A stable of international spies on his tail, he seems to have stumbled upon something no one wants the public to know.  Perhaps it is too incendiary, too incriminating.  Perhaps it would upend the dining table and flail the entire modern meal on the carpet.  What ever the secret is you can be sure it involves what is in the supermarket aisle.

Rushing down the tarmac he cradles a suitcase in his hands and constantly peers over his shoulders.  Beads of sweat drip from his brow.  He pulls up just short of running us over.

"We got them now," he pants.  "We got them.  Everyone will know what they've done."

Check out the website (Cafenordo.com) for details on the shows, buy tickets, and stay tuned for behind the scene updates on the drinks, the food, and the disastrous state of the global food industry!




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