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@paul is this Mac broken or did you play with the site design a tad? Whatever is different, I like it a lot.
So, Julio and I successfully worked our way through the days work in time to make it to Arthur Bryant's for lunch. The place is in a thuggish neighborhood in Kansas City proper, but it was no problem. This BBQ is freaking GOOD. I have a problem with people that don't like BBQ. If you at least like the sauce thats okay, but still.... I have nothing against vegetarians but I don't mind saying that you are missing a side of the culinary world badly and its making baby Jesus cry. Just trust me on that one.
Firstly, this place has pictures of famous people splattered all over the walls. Steven Spielberg, Jimmy Carter, John Ashcroft, Danny Glover (no, really!), Emeril, etc. The recipe is simple. You grab a plate, go up to the window, make your order, then the guys grab your plate and proceed the futile process of jamming literally a pound of smoked meat in between two slabs of Wonder bread. "You want fries?" Um... not today sir. You put the sauce on yourself, but actually trying to eat this thing like a sandwich is an impossibility.
The best part - BEER! A mug of Bud and this BBQ was absolutely divine... and trust me when I say that I don't put the words "Bud" and "divine" in the same sentence lightly. I don't think its any better or any worse than Texas or Carolina BBQ.... its all different. Still though, I liked it so much that I immediately bought a bottle of their Original Sauce and their "Rich and Spicy" sauce. Plus, I bought a tanker-sized large Coke simply because I love souvenier (sic?) cups. The trouble is packing all of this crap I buy. Still though, in my fridge I have BBQ sauce from the most famous areas for BBQ in the USA, and I'm happy. I would be happier if I had a smoker because I'd make all of 700 block stink like smoked pork... and theres nothing anybody could do about it but beg for a piece! Muahahaha!
My new Shure E2C canalphones work like a dream on the plane... growing babies and adult babies were properly drowned out by the glorious sounds of Debussy today. If you are flying Southwest on the same plane I am on, please forget about getting on the plane before I do, its just impossible. That is, of course, unless you are travelling with children and get to pre-board. The landing into Chicago tonight was the scariest since the one in Santiago, DR - there were very strong sideways gusts and we could feel the plane rocking even up until the wheels hit the runway. Our pilot was an ace - on my way out I said "A+!" to him, and he just kind of said to me "Yep" - as in, "Of course it was A+, I'm the shit and I get paid $200k a year to make that happen." You are so right, buddy.
When you go through as many airports as I do you forego certain formalities that proper society typically adheres to.
1. Airport toilets are a dream when you have 5 hours on a plane coming up... I don't care what anybody says but airport toilets beat the airplane toilets 10/10 times.
2. I wear whatevers comfortable and forget about what looks proper. I like my collared shirts but when I board I switch to the hoodie - I look descheveled but WTF do I care? I don't know anybody on the plane, I never will see them again, and I just want 2 semi-comfortable hours in peace.
3. Wallet, cell, keys, coins, belts, all packed before you get to security. I'm through that bad boy in 5 minutes almost every time, and I've got my shoes back on and heading toward my gate long while Mr. Suit and Tie is juggling his luggage and his Blackberry and holding up the line.
Anyhow Elmwood, peace!
So, Julio and I successfully worked our way through the days work in time to make it to Arthur Bryant's for lunch. The place is in a thuggish neighborhood in Kansas City proper, but it was no problem. This BBQ is freaking GOOD. I have a problem with people that don't like BBQ. If you at least like the sauce thats okay, but still.... I have nothing against vegetarians but I don't mind saying that you are missing a side of the culinary world badly and its making baby Jesus cry. Just trust me on that one.
Firstly, this place has pictures of famous people splattered all over the walls. Steven Spielberg, Jimmy Carter, John Ashcroft, Danny Glover (no, really!), Emeril, etc. The recipe is simple. You grab a plate, go up to the window, make your order, then the guys grab your plate and proceed the futile process of jamming literally a pound of smoked meat in between two slabs of Wonder bread. "You want fries?" Um... not today sir. You put the sauce on yourself, but actually trying to eat this thing like a sandwich is an impossibility.
The best part - BEER! A mug of Bud and this BBQ was absolutely divine... and trust me when I say that I don't put the words "Bud" and "divine" in the same sentence lightly. I don't think its any better or any worse than Texas or Carolina BBQ.... its all different. Still though, I liked it so much that I immediately bought a bottle of their Original Sauce and their "Rich and Spicy" sauce. Plus, I bought a tanker-sized large Coke simply because I love souvenier (sic?) cups. The trouble is packing all of this crap I buy. Still though, in my fridge I have BBQ sauce from the most famous areas for BBQ in the USA, and I'm happy. I would be happier if I had a smoker because I'd make all of 700 block stink like smoked pork... and theres nothing anybody could do about it but beg for a piece! Muahahaha!
My new Shure E2C canalphones work like a dream on the plane... growing babies and adult babies were properly drowned out by the glorious sounds of Debussy today. If you are flying Southwest on the same plane I am on, please forget about getting on the plane before I do, its just impossible. That is, of course, unless you are travelling with children and get to pre-board. The landing into Chicago tonight was the scariest since the one in Santiago, DR - there were very strong sideways gusts and we could feel the plane rocking even up until the wheels hit the runway. Our pilot was an ace - on my way out I said "A+!" to him, and he just kind of said to me "Yep" - as in, "Of course it was A+, I'm the shit and I get paid $200k a year to make that happen." You are so right, buddy.
When you go through as many airports as I do you forego certain formalities that proper society typically adheres to.
1. Airport toilets are a dream when you have 5 hours on a plane coming up... I don't care what anybody says but airport toilets beat the airplane toilets 10/10 times.
2. I wear whatevers comfortable and forget about what looks proper. I like my collared shirts but when I board I switch to the hoodie - I look descheveled but WTF do I care? I don't know anybody on the plane, I never will see them again, and I just want 2 semi-comfortable hours in peace.
3. Wallet, cell, keys, coins, belts, all packed before you get to security. I'm through that bad boy in 5 minutes almost every time, and I've got my shoes back on and heading toward my gate long while Mr. Suit and Tie is juggling his luggage and his Blackberry and holding up the line.
Anyhow Elmwood, peace!
