Are you owning or renting?

Your Castle, Your Rules, & Your Landlord

I personally have a wall that I would like to knock out. I want to do it with a hammer, and I want to make a huge mess. Dust everywhere. And I want attractive, screaming party people to watch, and loud music to play in the background. Something awesome and tough, and I would smash this wall down with just three or four blows from my mighty hammer.
 
My place would be so much better without that particular wall, but my landlord would get angry at not having a kitchen in here anymore.

ManCaves don’t necessarily have a kitchen, but that’s not an explanation. Not even close. Maybe a barbecue.

The sad, sad truth is that when you rent your home, there might be some things you want to do, but can’t. You might like to remove all of the doors and replace them with bead curtains. You might like to build a hamster run that goes through the whole house, or a moat. Or a door for your car so that you can park it in the living room.

Should you buy your own home?

Most of us don’t have a very exciting home. By that, I mean that your home probably doesn’t look like a lair or a playhouse. It looks like a home. But what you do with your home and how you enjoy it (or modify it) has a lot to do with whether or not you actually own it.

After all, a home is more than just a giant box for your stuff. There is a lot of yourself, and your family in it, and how it looks and feels inside and out has a lot to do with the quality of your life.

When you modify your home or move to a new home, what you are actually doing is telling the world, “Hey! I want more out of life… I work hard, and I deserve more!” – and hopefully the wind gods or whatever will listen.

Then you will pay for it. You will pay dearly. Because for your lender, you are just buying a big box for putting your stuff in, and they don’t care about what color it is or how cool that Terminator 2 poster looks on your wall over your television.

Smashing a wall.

I might just buy a home so I can pick up a hammer and smash walls willy-nilly, but that’s just me. I want to modify a structure until it’s practically falling down. Since my landlord is never going to allow that, I think I’ll hold off on buying that giant steel hammer until I find the perfect place.

My ManCave isn’t perfect yet, because I can’t install a fire pit. I can’t do a lot of things that might violate any number of building codes or cause me to be evicted.

Until I find that perfect place…

Bring the Restaurant Home.

The Beginning: The Disappointing Burger

When we order a burger, we know that it’s not going to look like it does in the picture. This is something that we’ve been conditioned to expect, and we’re OK with that. I’m almost always OK with that, and to be really honest, I’ve had burgers that blow away that glossy, groomed looking burger in the picture.

Messy looking food is OK. Messy looking food is all I make. Messy looking food tastes better!

 

The problem comes when the burger is just something that the restaurant worker wants to throw at you to make you go away. At some restaurant chains, this is all you deserve anyway. When I order a burger, I would like to see a picture of the last guy’s burger. That’s really the only way I know what I’m going to get.

Facing Reality:

It was 2010. I was in a dark place. Living in Turkey and being faced with no good Mexican food. When you buy a burrito in Turkey, the spices they use make it taste… Turkish. It was fried Turkish meatpaste in a flour shell.

My friend told me, “I know where to get great Mexican food.”

“Where?!” I was already drooling.

“My house.”

“Huh?”

Cooking was something I’d never thought of before. I like eating out too much. I still do.

The situation was the same with the burgers I was getting. No good burgers to be found. A small frozen patty, sometimes even dropped into a deep fryer and served on a nasty white flour and preservative bun.

Since then, I’ve learned to make a great burrito. I make a mean burger. I choose good bread. The cheese is proper and the vegetables are fresh.

I buy sauces like it’s gasoline.

But there’s still something missing.

The Solution: It’s the booth

Vitro, CB1, Coke Dinette Furniture Set with Coke Dynamic Booth, 24″x42″ Table and 2 Bullseye Chrome Diner Chairs, Red & White

I got a booth. Problem solved.

A restaurant booth is a place where you can sit and eat comfortably. I’m not talking about those ones with a plastic seat that are designed to make customers squirm if they sit for too long. No one should have to squirm in their own home.

Sometimes it pays to bring the restaurant home. No more bar burgers made in the fryer. I choose the music.

Life is Good.

Yours,

ManCave City