Number Two Hundred and Forty Six:Famous Dave's, Lunch, Ribs
After a week of heat on the Bookmobile, some cooler temperature today was quite nice!
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Thursday, July 14, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
The One Hundred and Ninety Eighth...
Number One Hundred and Ninety Eight:
Grandpa Eddie's, Dinner, Ribs
The Rainbow Minute celebrated its 1000th episode on the air with WRIR. There was a great ice cream social at Sprout to celebrate with nice some folks and swell displays and freebies!
(1000th Rainbow Minute Social at Sprout)
After we chilled out there a while, also inventing the Shoot Fire Yeah! drink (Laurie came up with the idea of drinks for bands they liked), we headed out to the loathing Short Pump to watch our friends' band Country Sunshine play some tunes. Lisa had a clever line for the nearly drunk white couple acting like they could dance across the restaurant to wherever the hell they went: "Hey lady: you can't two-step in flip flops."
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The One Hundred and Sixty Second...
Number One Hundred and Sixty Two:
Famous Dave's BBQ, Lunch, Rib Tips
Lunch on the road with Gina, was the same table we always have when Gina and I lunch on the road. Like that sentence? Ha. Anyway, MIGHT have napstache post issues for the next few days, but we will see. Computer troubles (again, HP sucks) and travelling, but WILL do one each day.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The Ninety-Eighth...
Number Ninety-Eight:
Famous Dave's BBQ, Lunch, Rib tips
Gina and I on the road today. We sat on the bar side of the restaurant, which meant the kind of cranky bartender was eventually going to get to us. She was all right, but we found it kind of weirdly amusing that above the bar they were showing the SPIKE channel. It was chock full of testosterone, save your baldness commercials and CSI television. Nothing like seeing a stabwound victim autopsy for lunch at a BBQ restaurant! Pass the beans!
Famous Dave's BBQ, Lunch, Rib tips
Gina and I on the road today. We sat on the bar side of the restaurant, which meant the kind of cranky bartender was eventually going to get to us. She was all right, but we found it kind of weirdly amusing that above the bar they were showing the SPIKE channel. It was chock full of testosterone, save your baldness commercials and CSI television. Nothing like seeing a stabwound victim autopsy for lunch at a BBQ restaurant! Pass the beans!
Monday, December 27, 2010
The Forty-Seventh...
Number Forty-Seven:
Lunch, Buz and Ned's, Ribs
For the two weeks during Christmas and New Years, work tends to be quieter and you can manage a little bit more time for lunch. It's the way work should be all year round! C., J. and I were planning on a trip to Dot's (I was surprised at the suggestion, considering it was peak crowd time), then we saw the wall of people crammed in the front door like a college contest from the 50s. Quick thinkingly, we chose the Greek Grill, but damned if they weren't closed. The only real choice, heading back in the direction of work, was Buz & Ned's; home of some kick ass tasting but makes you feel bad for eating so much red meat all the time ribs. Naturally they were equally crowded with hordes of families that must think the tiny joint is a frickin Panera and they can camp out at tables after eating as long as they want. We were resigning ourselves to eat out on their tent-porch, when luckily, a booth popped up. Sweet!
This napkin is freaking filthy with sauce from fingers. Good ribs are brutal that way...
Lunch, Buz and Ned's, Ribs
For the two weeks during Christmas and New Years, work tends to be quieter and you can manage a little bit more time for lunch. It's the way work should be all year round! C., J. and I were planning on a trip to Dot's (I was surprised at the suggestion, considering it was peak crowd time), then we saw the wall of people crammed in the front door like a college contest from the 50s. Quick thinkingly, we chose the Greek Grill, but damned if they weren't closed. The only real choice, heading back in the direction of work, was Buz & Ned's; home of some kick ass tasting but makes you feel bad for eating so much red meat all the time ribs. Naturally they were equally crowded with hordes of families that must think the tiny joint is a frickin Panera and they can camp out at tables after eating as long as they want. We were resigning ourselves to eat out on their tent-porch, when luckily, a booth popped up. Sweet!
This napkin is freaking filthy with sauce from fingers. Good ribs are brutal that way...
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