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02/21/2026

With 405 PUB & GRILL – I just got recognized as one of their top fans! 🎉…not surprised 😂😂

02/19/2026

I went into 405 Pub & Grill thinking I was gonna have a normal, respectful lunch…

This meatball sub said, “Nah, f**k that — we’re ruining your whole afternoon.”

First bite had me rethinking every life decision I’ve ever made. The cheese pull was longer than the list of red flags I ignored in my last relationship. I’m talking stretchy, clingy, won’t-let-you-go-even-though-it’s-bad-for-you type of mozzarella.

These meatballs weren’t just juicy — they were suspiciously juicy. Like… “why is this so moist?” levels of concern. I felt like I needed an adult present. Every bite was just sauce dripping everywhere, cheese melting down the sides, me sitting there making noises I absolutely should not be making in public.

And the bun? Toasted just enough to hold everything together like the one friend who’s barely keeping the group from falling apart at 2am.

Meanwhile the onion rings in the back were crispy as hell, just sitting there like:
“Yeah… you’re about to do something you regret after this.”

Golden. Crunchy. Seasoned like someone’s pissed-off grandmother made them with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. And that boom boom sauce?? I dipped one time and immediately understood why people ruin their lives for temporary happiness.

By the third bite I wasn’t even chewing anymore, I was just staring at the plate breathing heavy like I just ran up a flight of stairs.

10/10 would let this sub f**k up my emotional stability again. 🍽️💀

02/19/2026

Divorced.
Bank account untouched.
Bought another motorcycle.

Crazy how much money you have when you’re not funding someone else’s lifestyle.

No more “you can’t do that.”
No more “give me your money.”

Just me, my freedom, and whatever the hell I decide to buy next.

Peace is expensive… but not as expensive as the wrong partner.

02/17/2026

I’ve been in some toxic relationships.

You know the kind — looks good at first, promises everything, then slowly drains your soul and leaves you questioning your standards.

These fish tacos at 405 Pub & Grill? The exact opposite.

From the first bite, I knew this wasn’t going to be like my last relationship where everything started crispy and ended soggy. The fish was perfectly golden and crunchy — the kind of crunch that makes you pause and reconsider every bad decision you’ve ever made. It didn’t gaslight me. It didn’t fall apart. It showed up and delivered.

Unlike Kyle.

Now those thin onion rings? Absolute legends. They were sliced so thin and fried so crispy they snapped like they had unresolved trauma. Not those thick, heavy, breaded disappointment rings that taste like regret. These were light, seasoned just right, and crunchy as hell. I ate them with the urgency of someone who’s learned the hard way that good things don’t last.

And then there’s the boom boom sauce.

Listen… this sauce had me feeling things. Creamy, spicy, a little sweet — it hits you gently at first and then suddenly you’re like, oh damn, okay. It’s the kind of sauce that makes you forget your ex ever said “you’re too much.” I dipped everything in it like I was trying to heal. Onion rings, fish, maybe a little dignity. Worth it.

The pico de gallo was fresh and bright — like a healthy coping mechanism — and when that boom boom sauce blended into it? That’s when the magic happened. It was flavor chemistry. Not the chaotic, toxic kind. The good kind. The kind where nobody throws your toothbrush away out of spite.

By the end of the meal, I wasn’t just satisfied — I was emotionally validated. No drama. No manipulation. Just crispy fish, ridiculous onion rings, and a sauce that understood me on a spiritual level.

10/10. Would absolutely risk attachment issues again.

If you see me back at 405 Pub & Grill staring at a plate of fish tacos like I’m about to text my ex “I miss you,” don’t worry.

I’ve moved on.

Her name is Boom Boom Sauce.

02/12/2026

I wasn’t even supposed to be here today.

And before anyone says anything — yes…I KNOW.I was literally just here the other day.

Mind your business.

I tried to stay away. I really did.Told myself, “You just had it. Be normal. Have self-control. Drink water.”

Instead I found myself doing a slow drive-by like I’m casing the place.Checking the parking lot.Checking the windows.Making sure my ex wasn’t inside about to ruin my appetite and my peace.

Coast clear.

Alright.Mission: Pot Pie.

Because listen — the second I walked past that door and smelled that buttery, flaky, fresh-out-the-oven nonsense… my self-control folded like a Walmart lawn chair.

This chicken pot pie isn’t food.It’s a felony.

That crust? Illegal.Golden, crispy, shatters on impact like it owes you money. Then you crack into it and it just ERUPTS — creamy chicken lava, peas rolling everywhere, carrots sliding around like they’re trying to escape the crime scene.

I took one bite and forgot my own name.

If you saw me eating this you’d think I just got rescued from the wilderness. No manners. No shame. Just me hunched over a bowl like Gollum whispering,“my preciousssss gravy…”

And yeah — I told myself I’d just get “a few bites.”

Sure.Twelve seconds later I’m scraping the bottom like I’m trying to dig to China.

Honestly if my ex HAD shown up I wouldn’t have even cared.I’d have locked eyes mid-bite like“Yeah. I downgraded. To pot pie. And it treats me better than you ever did.”

So yes.I was just here the other day.And yes.I came back anyway.

Because this pie has me in a toxic relationship and I’m not strong enough to leave.

405 didn’t just cook a pot pie.They created a psychological dependency.

5/5.Would absolutely relapse again.

02/10/2026

After years of coming to 405 PUB & GRILL, I finally walked back in like a war veteran returning to the battlefield.
Not because of the food.
Because of my exes.

Yeah… this place used to be emotionally dangerous territory.
Every time I thought about coming here I’d picture running into an ex and choking on mozzarella sticks like a sad country song.

So I avoided it.

But tonight?

Coast was clear.
No exes. No awkward eye contact. No “hey… how’ve you been…” trauma.

Just me, freedom… and the chicken pot pie.

And let me tell you something…

This pie healed more than my therapist ever has.

They brought it out all hot and puffed up, golden brown, flaky, looking thick as hell like it had something to prove.

I stared at it like,
“Damn… is this legal?”

First bite?

I audibly moaned.

Like… not cute either.
Full grown-man, lost-my-dignity moan.

The crust shattered, steam hit my face, creamy filling everywhere — I forgot my ex’s name mid-chew.

Didn’t even care if I burned my mouth.
Pain is temporary. Pot pie is forever.

At one point I caught myself hunched over the bowl, guarding it like someone might steal it.

Fork moving fast. No eye contact. Pure animal behavior.

If this is wrong, lock me up.

I didn’t eat that pot pie.

I violated it.

And honestly?
Best relationship I’ve had in years.

10/10
Would risk third-degree mouth burns again
Would ghost every ex in a 10-mile radius just to come back for another one

405 Pub & Grill — thanks for the therapy session disguised as dinner.

01/26/2026

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01/23/2026

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01/21/2026

Here it is! The P Diddy Smash! Enjoy! Recipe in comments. Crocked N' Loaded

01/20/2026

The P Diddy Smash aka Crockpot Savory Onion Beef & Sausage Melt—-I actually didn’t have a name for this one because I just kind of threw some things together here. (no baby oil was used) Video coming later. Recipe in comments

01/20/2026

Here’s a quick gourmet recipe for Taco Tuesday:

Chipotle–Honey Braised Beef

Ingredients
• 2 lb chuck roast (or beef short ribs)
• Salt & black pepper
• 2 tbsp olive oil
• 1 large onion, sliced
• 4 cloves garlic, smashed
• 2 chipotle peppers in adobo, minced
• 2 tbsp adobo sauce
• 1/4 cup honey
• 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar
• 1 tsp cumin
• 1 tsp smoked paprika
• 1 cup beef broth

Method
1. Season beef generously with salt & pepper.
2. Sear in olive oil on all sides until deeply browned.
3. Remove beef. Sauté onion until caramelized (8–10 min).
4. Add garlic, chipotle, adobo, cumin, paprika—cook 30 seconds.
5. Stir in honey, vinegar, broth. Return beef.
6. Cover and braise at 300°F for 3–3.5 hours (or slow cooker 8 hrs low).
7. Shred beef, reduce sauce until glossy, toss beef back in.

Quick Pickled Red Onions
• 1 red onion, thin sliced
• 1/2 cup apple cider vinegar
• 1 tbsp sugar
• 1 tsp salt
Mix and rest 30 minutes (or overnight for best flavor).

Charred Corn Salsa
• 2 ears corn (or frozen, pan-charred)
• 1/2 red bell pepper, diced
• 1 jalapeño, minced
• Juice of 1 lime
• Salt to taste
Char corn hard for smoky flavor, then mix.

Cilantro-Lime Crema
• 1 cup sour cream or Greek yogurt
• Zest + juice of 1 lime
• 1/4 cup chopped cilantro
• Salt

Assembly (This matters)
1. Warm corn tortillas directly over flame.
2. Add beef (don’t overfill).
3. Corn salsa.
4. Pickled onions.
5. Drizzle crema.
6. Finish with crumbled cotija and fresh cilantro.

Optional Chef Touches
• Add crispy fried shallots for crunch
• Brush tortillas lightly with beef fat
• Finish with a squeeze of fresh lime + flaky salt