Last fall NPulsifer and I went to the Beer Festival in Parkville, and amongst the many fine brewerys whose prooducts we sampled, the Blind Tiger
in Topeka stood out for the fine products they had for sampling, especially the fine brew called "Smokey the Beer." So when he suggested we go there for Valentine's Day dinner, I was definitelly in favor. The ladies agreed, so after KU beat K-State (Rock Chalk!), NPulsifer and Gisele came over and we piled into the van and headed west.
On the way, birthday girl Rohanna asked if anyone had made reservations. NPulsifer allowed as how I had told him to do so, but he had failed. So once we got there, we found a full parking lot and an hour wait. NPulsifer's jesting statement on the way in "If we can't get seated, everyone can kick my ass" began to look like a challenge that would be met. We grabbed beers at the bar (where smoking was allowed, how retro) and settled in for the wait. I had the Imperial Stout (served in a snifter, due to the higher octane), NPulsifer had the Java Porter, and we got Rohanna and Dragonet the Amber. All were quite excellent. In reasonably good time, we were seated, and food was ordered. NPulsifer and Rohanna had the smoked prime rib, Dragonet had a half order of chicken fried steak, and Gisele was overwhelmed by the short ton of pulled pork that came with the small order.
I had the baby back ribs, which were available in 4, 6 and 10 rib servings. I took the 10-rib set, and as I worked my way through their meaty goodness, came to realize I had been shortchanged. When our waitress came back to clear the table, I politely mentioned that I had only received seven ribs, and pointed to the bones as evidence. She apologiized, returned with a rack of four ribs for me to take home.
The most entertaining part of this whole trip came when I looked up their location, and discovered it was across the street from the old White Lakes Mall. That mall was the reason my family moved to Topeka in 1965. My father was the VP in charge of promotions there, and pioneered such things as auto shows and such like in the mall, at least in the midwest. It was interesting to see that they had converted part of the mall into stores facing the parking lot, but had left the structure itself intact, though largely empty. Had we gone p doring the day, I would have taken everyone to see my old grade school and home, but since it was dark when we got there, I chose not to do the tour.
And now, having navigated home to the dulcet tones of Mono Puff (side band of John [no, not John, John] of TMBG fame)(we had a first listen to the new Animal Collective album, Merriweather Post Pavilion, on the way up. Very nice; looking forward to hearing it again), it's time to crash. Tomorrow is grocery and clothes shopping.
But I will leave you with this question: who is more likely to be a Cylon, Mrs. John McCain or Mrs. Kurt Warner? Or are they the same person?