Well, I do not like calf's liver. I must confess, I have never tried it. But, the sight of it makes me a bit sick. I really enjoy chicken liver, prepared in either the Italian - American(fried with bacon, onions, and green peppers or Jewish(chopped liver, from those great delis in NYC, NJ, and PA) manner. I don't understand why chopped liver is equated with things that are lousy. I didn't think I liked pork liver, until one day I read it on the list of ingredients on a liverwurst casing. As a child, I ate far too many liverwurst sandwiches. Always use mustard and onions.
By the way, NEVER read the list of ingredients on ANY meat product.
In Philadelphia, we enjoy a Pennsylvania Dutch(Amish) breakfast product called scrapple. Of the funnier ingredients listed are pig snouts. In this part of the country, when someone asks what is in scrapple, we just answer, "Everything but the squeal."
I had a high school teacher who never ate another hamburger after he got a job as a butcher. It was prior to the time where you would become a vegetarian after watching what actually goes on in a butcher shop. Let's just say that if you enjoy a nice cigar(or more accurately, a cheap one), you may just want to go grab a burger.
I do wonder if Gilbert Yeung is aware of the false group. They have clearly won over his trust, as evidenced at the NYC Show. Now that I think of it, the bag/pumps and blue they used ties in perfectly with the cross - dressing.
Wait! That's it!!!
They have succeeded! They have taken control of the company via their evil doings. It is this group of imposters who have distracted the creative minds at Blue Circle. Directed them to a path of self destruction.
It must be the reason behind the handbag preamp and high heel power amps. The change to the 6922 tubes in the new BC21.1 preamp, to get inline with the more upscale preamps, was just something to appease those who have seen the truth, and have tried to tell folks like Al Wiley and Gilbert. Although, it could be argued that the change from the 6SN7 moves the company further away from the masculine side. Hmmm, I need to think about this.
At the Show, Gilbert told me that Al Wiley was back in Innerkip when I asked. The inroads of this shadowy group must be great indeed.
Sheepishly, I have to admit that I really liked the cheese. I don't know what their source for Gruyere is, but you just cannot find something like that in the stores.
From the desciption, I would not want to get anywhere near the BCSS either.
Mdomnick, I am sure glad they didn't bring sheep. One question, how did things go in the days where Carver was still alive, but Bob was no longer running the show? There must have been a lot of infighting. Also, did people start a new counter - group when the enfant terible launched Sunfire? Was there bloodshed? Oh, one more. Are the sheep really just another joke played by Bob Carver on the lunatic fringe who think he, and only he, can build a good power amp? More cruel than Sonic Holography, the Silver 7T solid state monos, and Crutchfield...
Did I mention I miss the cheese?
Maybe one day I should offer up some tales of Polk. I don't want to go into too much detail; I have already become a bore in this thread. But, I will mention three things: Earth shoes, hair transplants, and lipstick. And, let's all give thanks that Mathew Polk can provide real wood for the cost of real vinyl.
Yes, the cheese was that good.
On a serious note, the opportunity for hilarity in this thread is unlimited. Let's not squander it. We know from this site that audiophiles are not as constipated as a lot of the high end dealers who have turned us off over the years. I implore you to challenge the feeble Fremer(saw him at the Show, he walked around like a real sourpuss - or is that just his look?) as the Clown Prince of Audio. Reading about him in his underwear in the current issue of Stereophile was the only funny thing I have come across about him. Will this month's "I am canceling my subscription..." batch of letters mention the latest Michael Fremer bootlick of Rockport? Stay tuned. We are not as boring as a Kalman Rubinson review, or as antiseptic an one from John Atkinson.