This column is going to be chock full of my opinions and rambles about supplements, books, DVDs, training equipment, and anything else remotely connected to our shared passion. But what are my qualifications, and why are Dave and John putting this up on the site?
Now that a few days have passed since former IFBB judge and NPC district chairman, Lee Thompson, announced the formation of his new “NPC”, out of the NPC he just left, the winds have defined their direction, so I thought I'd expound further upon this attempted highjacking of our beloved NPC and what's probably going to come of it.
Now that the 2015 Olympia is in the bag, it's time for me to comment on some of the more notable aspects of the weekend and shed some light on what's to come amid the curious announcements made prior to the weekend kicking off. Now, as I well know, people can become impassioned about their beliefs in certain things,
In the U.S., Dell Taco is Lying and the Grocery Store is Robbing You!
The first things many of us think of when we hear the term "Mexican food" are tacos, burritos and fajitas. While those items are just the very tip of the Mexican gastronomic iceberg, they have been perverted by Americanization to the degree that what you can order at Del Taco can't even be found in Mexico. I don't mean by name; I mean by execution. For example, a taco in Mexico does not have a hard shell, and it's not filled with seasoned ground mystery meat, lettuce, tomato, cheddar cheese, and sour cream. A taco in Mexico is nothing like that. A taco in Mexico is made with a soft corn tortilla (sometimes two) and it's filled with meat - real meat - none of it chicken. (There are however chicken "taquitos" that are made from chicken meat rolled in a corn tortilla and deep fried. But those are not found very often, and you really don't want them).
When I first came to this little fishing village in 1982 the road from the airport to town wasn't paved. I used to eat a good Chateau Briand for two all by myself in a nice restaurant because it only cost six bucks, and there was no cable; we had to watch the Super Bowl at a little cantina called El Torito because it was the only place in town with a satellite connection. And the gym? There wasn't one. Today, Puerto Vallarta is not only a bustling seaside metropolis, but it's - as I have said many times before - a bodybuilder's paradise.
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