Where to get your beans, where not to spill your coffee

From baked beans to spilled coffee, sustenance was much on the mind of Boston-area bloggers last week.

Beantown's bestKnox Gardner of Brookline reports on his Bike Nerd that they can be found at Betty Ann's Bakery on Bennington Street in East Boston. But they're only available on Saturday mornings: ''They were the best pork n' beans I've ever eaten. Sweet, a bit tangy, not too much sauce and tender, but definitely not vegetarian as I pulled out a delicious bit of meat, shredded it and smacked my lips. Again: only on Saturdays, before 11 a.m., 4 or 5 blocks north of the Wood Island stop."

Taking his licksOn her Adventures of Vanessa Virtue blog, South Shore Red Line commuter Marley Gibson reports on a fellow commuter, a guy dressed in a business suit: ''He gets on with a 32 ounce cup of Dunkin' Donut coffee. He's spreading his paper out, trying to take up as much room as possible (he's also one of those spread his legs as wide as possible men) and next thing you know, he knocks his hot coffee over, the liquid gushes out and down the leg of his pants. He's not so much bothered by the heat, apparently, as he is the fact that he's lost his caffeine jonesing. He cleans it up by . . . are you ready?! . . . bending down and licking the coffee off his leg!!! . . . "

Crosstown cyber trafficRavi Jain of Jamaica Plain is looking for guests on his new video blog, DriveTime. One caveat: You have to be willing to drive with him from JP to Allston in the morning (or from Allston to JP in the evening) -- he videos the show while driving to and from work. Don't worry -- he's rigged up a camera mount so he mostly keeps his eyes on the road.

Right time, wrong placeMarc Levy of Cambridge writes on his Misanthropicity that he didn't expect that moving would cause a never-ending stream of phone problems. One example: ''I was told to hang around at my new place from 8 a.m. to noon on Oct. 5 for a Verizon phone installer, who was a no-show. At about 5 p.m., when I called to complain about the lack of installation, I was told the installer had indeed shown up. At my old place. He installed two lines there."

Until hills do us partJonelle Lonergan of Cambridge recently ran the BAA Half-Marathon through Boston. On her Mock-Up, she reports on conversations overheard: '' 'You said there weren't any hills! I hate you right now!' (A woman to her male running partner. And it wasn't in a joking tone of voice. It was in more of a 'I'm going to break up with you at around Mile 10 because I feel like I can't trust you anymore' tone of voice.') . . . "

Food court NazisGeorge N. Parks spent a recent day on jury duty in Cambridge District Court. One thing that struck him was lunch, he writes on his Stroll through the Parks: ''The cafeteria actually had quite good food but one of the cooks was yelling at all of the customers in a very militant fashion. There was a younger guy at the register who was clearly the protege. He would occasionally needlessly yell, tell people to stay in line, or move forward. Then he would look at the cook with big puppy eyes for approval from his master. They actually gave my meal to someone else who ordered about 10 minutes after I did. Because of this I was going to let the woman who paid immediately after me take the meal they offered to me, because it should have been hers and I was in no hurry. This was a big mistake because they both started yelling at me like I was stealing an old lady's purse or something . . . "

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