The Ribs. Succulent, platonically moist, fall-aparty, infused with Memphis-style charcoal smoke, served with a dusting of finishing-spice and a side of sweet house sauce. In other words, perfection.
Maybe it was the way she said patty, but the patty melt won. We asked if she could cut ours into thirds. She smiled. I wondered how long she’d worked there and been forced to listen to stupid shit like this.
We really wanted to work the river into our weeklong stay, but that would prove more difficult than we imagined. As usual, day drinking solved the problem.
Keytar Bear is much more complex than his man-in-a-bear-suit act implies. Despite all I’ve learned about him, there are a couple questions I’ve been asking myself that no one else has been able to answer.
Hoss and Mary’s specializes in sandwiches and “Peace, Love, & Tasty Grub!” The grub was tasty enough, but it was the rest of the motto that brought me back.