In the sixties and seventies, you couldn't watch TV in Kansas City, "The Last Livable City" without some talking head asking whether Kansas City was as good as New York or Chicago. Note: Kansas City was way better because we had Tory Southwick and his Ol' Gus puppet feeding us cartoons, Charlie Finley trying to find new and unusual ways to interpret the MLB rule book, some that included sheep, and Len Dawson smoking cigarettes on the sidelines during a Chiefs game. Oh, hell I almost forgot Whizzo the clown.
Reminded me of my stopover in KC to hang with some pals and eat bbq. They took me to some strip mall place with matching furniture and such. I wanted low down Kansas City bbq and we ended up at some place (O’Bryans??) where enormous glass jugs full of aging sauce sat in the sun in the front windows. I thought the guy in charge of slinging the meat (I’ve been reading too much Judge) was wearing gloves but it turned out he was elbow deep in sauce. Fling some white bread slices on the tray followed by the bbq and you’re set. Just what I wanted.
Sounds like you were at Arthur Bryant's, a Kansas City Institution. Pretty sure those sun-cured jugs of sauce are what they were using to fuel those Space X rockets that exploded. Also, in my opinion you just can't read too much Judge.
Damn! Funniest column I've read in a long time. I was literally (in the original and true sense of the word) laughing out loud, such that relatives sitting in the room ask "What's so funny?", and I read them a couple sections. Loved the final story with Ray Milland (He could have lost his wife - if she had the patience of a normal person - in addition to that weekend.) and the teenager shooting snot out her nose.
In the sixties and seventies, you couldn't watch TV in Kansas City, "The Last Livable City" without some talking head asking whether Kansas City was as good as New York or Chicago. Note: Kansas City was way better because we had Tory Southwick and his Ol' Gus puppet feeding us cartoons, Charlie Finley trying to find new and unusual ways to interpret the MLB rule book, some that included sheep, and Len Dawson smoking cigarettes on the sidelines during a Chiefs game. Oh, hell I almost forgot Whizzo the clown.
Yeah, the desire to be like someplace different always struck me as misguided by Kansas City had so much unique stuff going for it and still does.
Enjoyable read Lee. I may need to go on a diet now, from just reading about your exploits. And Sea Hogs are incredibly good.
I've never had them and now I have to go back and fill that blank on my culinary resume.
Loved this one. Nice list you got here.
Reminded me of my stopover in KC to hang with some pals and eat bbq. They took me to some strip mall place with matching furniture and such. I wanted low down Kansas City bbq and we ended up at some place (O’Bryans??) where enormous glass jugs full of aging sauce sat in the sun in the front windows. I thought the guy in charge of slinging the meat (I’ve been reading too much Judge) was wearing gloves but it turned out he was elbow deep in sauce. Fling some white bread slices on the tray followed by the bbq and you’re set. Just what I wanted.
Sounds like you were at Arthur Bryant's, a Kansas City Institution. Pretty sure those sun-cured jugs of sauce are what they were using to fuel those Space X rockets that exploded. Also, in my opinion you just can't read too much Judge.
Damn! Funniest column I've read in a long time. I was literally (in the original and true sense of the word) laughing out loud, such that relatives sitting in the room ask "What's so funny?", and I read them a couple sections. Loved the final story with Ray Milland (He could have lost his wife - if she had the patience of a normal person - in addition to that weekend.) and the teenager shooting snot out her nose.
If I made you laugh then mission accomplished. Thanks for letting me know.