Barbecue Review

The new wine bar 58 degrees I believe is now open, although may not yet have had their grand opening. I checked out the menu and it's pretty boring, but I want to peruse their wine list in person. The prices seem ok, plenty of glasses in the under ten dollar range. And before anyone gets too stressed about it being a chain, yes, it is a chain, but it is only their third place in existence, which puts it on about the crepeville level (low amount of evil). I hope to swing by their tonight and quaff a glass.

Some of you who were in attendance may be wondering how I will rate Miss B's sunday barbecue and I would like to give it 10 thumbs up. The meat cavalcade started around 4:00, with a burger that was made of (I think) hamburger, lamb, and Italian sausage, with onion bits inside the patty. Amazing. Star magazines were leafed through and sangria was consumed as we conjured metaphors for Tara Reid's stomach (someone said something about a wave machine). A person formerly near and dear to me expressed a fondness for Kristin Cavalleri. Hazel tried valiantly to kill a raging kitten to protect us all. I started in on a bottle of rose. Oysters began to come off the grill and I sustained second-degree oyster burns from not being able to wait. Things get a little fuzzier as it starts to get dark. Ribs emerged and were quickly scarfed down. At some point the party moved into the house and now memories emerge from the darkness in fits and starts. GW busted the Roger Rabbit and the running man. I opened a bottle of prosecco I found in the fridge and it was gone within seconds, consumed by who, I could not tell you. Lamb was fallen upon by the ravenous crowd. Margaritas were mentioned and I grabbed a nearby hammer and started hammering on the table chanting "margaritas margaritas" which thankfully were not forthcoming. Then the danger level was heightened as Miss B's liquor cabinet was breached. Exotic liquors from all corners of the world (via Corti's) were uncorked and passed around. I suggested forcefully that we adjourn to the playground across the street in southside park. This is a wonderful yet terrible idea at this point. I'm on the spinny thing and I step off and manage to stumble away from all the padding around the equipment to the cold, hard sidewalk and promptly crash into it. Luckily I mostly fall onto my back and only hit my head a little bit. I limp home, caftan soiled. The next day, against all odds, I felt pretty good and I hope everyone else did, too.