The Hunks Issue

Aug 19, 2010
2:44 PM

Bulletin board

Free ice cream and hot dogs, you say? Beat the summer heat and cool off with some frosty, free treats at the Co-op. The event will include a sundae bar with approximately 20 topping choices. Samples of frozen desserts and snow cones will be available from a variety of New England and all-natural companies. Chefs from our award-winning Celery Stick Café will serve up some of their favorite…

Aug 19, 2010
2:55 PM
The Food Snob does brunch

The Granite serves it up all fancy style

There are two types of places to dine on a Sunday morning. There's the type of joint where you can roll out of bed, show up in your pajama bottoms and dine on grease-laden bacon and eggs. None of the attendees at this type of restaurant will judge you, because they're too hungry, hungover or equally as disheveled to care. Then there are places like the Granite Restaurant. Sure, diners…

Aug 19, 2010
11:37 AM
Hunks

Hunky Concord

Avishay Artsy Age: 30 Job: Director and producer, Word of Mouth, New Hampshire Public Radio Single or taken: Taken Is it hard being such a hunk? It comes naturally, like breathing. True or false: All hunks are heartbreakers. True, but sometimes even hunks get their hearts broken. How did you become such a hunk anyway? I spend hours a day working my finger muscles on the keyboard. What’s your idea of the perfect…

Aug 19, 2010
2:12 PM

Police log

Failed sobriety test On July 30 about 6:15 p.m., Officer Melissa Pfefferle was dis­patched to the state liquor store on Storrs Street for a report of an intoxicated driver. When Pfefferle arrived, she found Victor Allard, 79, of Con­cord in a Mercury van parked in the Storrs Street lot. When she approached the vehicle, Allard opened the driver’s side doorholding a bottle in a brown paper bag, Pfefferle’s report said. “As the male turned to look at me he lost his balance and fell into the door frame of the vehi­cle,” she wrote. Pfefferle asked Allard if he was okay and explained that…

Aug 19, 2010
2:19 PM
The Awesomenator

Heartthrobs of a bygone era

A late night in Concord – dark, cold, crisp, harsh. The sky is cloudy, the mood is dim. Must be early August, you think, as you pull a thick scarf back over your head and drive downtown, your eyes darting back and forth, look­ing to make whatever scene is on hand. Maybe a raucous under­ground party? A raucous drag race? A raucous round of playing on or around a dumpster? None of…