Y&H is getting a little misty-eyed, which is totally not allowed at Washington City Paper. I’m heading into my final two days in this esteemed (well, more like skanky) chair, and I’m realizing for the first time that this will be my last issue of the weekly Greatest Hits.

So can I tell you a secret? The web monkeys never much cared for the term, “Greatest Hits.” They thought it wasn’t accurate, which of course it isn’t. They preferred the term, “most popular” blog posts from the week. But I stubbornly stuck with “Greatest Hits,” just because a) the term reminded me of all those ridiculous greatest hits albums I grew up with (Quiet Riot’s Greatest Hits? Really? Wouldn’t it be the world’s shortest album?) and b) it’s my goddamn blog.

Well, it was my blog. It will soon be someone else’s, and he or she will get to play the intractable ass (band name!) next.  In the meantime, here are the last Greatest Hits under my watch:

1. South Park Sinks Its Teeth into Food TV Culture
2. On the Rocks: Can America Learn to Drink Intelligently?
3. Pigs Take Flight at Eola in Dupont
4. Y&H Is Leaving the Building
5. Bayou Bakery Is Your Source for Beignets and Chicory Coffee

Photo by Andrew George