According to this rather beautifully designed infographic by Matt McInerny, your Fearless Leader’s handlebar/goatee combination fall somewhere between questionable and unsavory. Proceed with caution, my friends. They may have figured us out. Here’s a link to the full graphic.
Our illustrious colleagues at The Art of Manliness (a site which shares many of our ideals and values) have just produced this excellent video which illustrates the resilience of our kind.
Via our friends at the American Moustache Institute:
I love Reuben sandwiches. Actually, strike that – it might be an understatement. Maybe fanatic is a better term to describe my feelings towards this particular meal. The flavor of a well-made Reuben is unsurpassed. The delicate balance of Swiss cheese, sauerkraut, and dressing against the meat and rye bread, when done correctly, is a sublime recipe for satisfaction. But that’s not the only reason I like it.
You see, the Reuben is the perfect meal for those of a hirsute facial persuasion. Think about it. A structure of cheesy goodness is contained within two slices of grilled rye bread, which protect your moustache as you enjoy your meal.
It doesn’t get any better than the Reuben. And that is why, dear reader, I have decided that the illustrious Reuben is the official food of the moustached community represented by this site. And to this effect, I shall from time to time review an especially notable Reuben on these hallowed pages.
It should come as no surprise that I have a favorite. This is the Reuben against which all other Reubens shall be judged. Gentlemen and ladies, I present to you the Reuben of Ryan’s Saloon. This is hands down, without equal, the best Reuben I have ever brushed my moustache against. It gets a ten out of ten on our Reuben ranking system.
The bread is perfectly grilled, the mix of sauerkraut and meat just right. The sandwich as a whole is the perfect consistency – not too dry (as lesser Reubens often are), and not so juicy as to fall apart. And in addition you will note that the beer they serve comes in the size to which our kind is accustomed.
Yes, dear readers, it has been a little bit since a new post has graced these pages. Sometimes life out in the Real World takes over, and that can’t be helped. The demands upon myself and my moustache are great. However, the thought of my readership, suffering through the weeks without a glimpse of hirsute glory, has not been far from my mind. And I have just one thing to tell all of you:
Note: Not Safe for Work (language, moustache)
Breaking News from our allies at the American Moustache Institute:* In an obvious play to one-up the notorious Val L and her shades, this Moustached American has grown the Bat ‘Stache. Even Frida Kahlo would have a hard time matching this one:
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