Three-meat Thursday
1. Every picture tells a story?
The deal was, it was supposed to be a Trifecta of BBQ, the Triple Crown. Down the road to Lockhart, BBQ Capitol of the World, and take in Kruez’s, Floyd’s, and Black’s. Sounded like a plan.
So that was how the day started, swing by Jo’s for some caffeine to get going, then on down the road towards L-Town. Me and a seriously hung-over Gemini. Oh the SXSW crews are already clogging the streets, a group was making a documentary about bringing a documentary to Austin. Triple Crown, out of town? Smoked prime rib at Kruez’s, sausage and homemade bread at Chisholm Trail (plus some brisket, couldn’t pass it up), then over to Black’s for some pork ribs.
Vegetables consumed? A slice of onion, a pint of BBQ sauce and part of a pickle. Missed the smoked turkey and BBQ chicken, so we really did strike out on the eating too much. But we did give it a good try.
“I’m going to go home and take a long nap.”
Sounded like an even better plan.
2. Tim Dorsey was in town to promote and sign his latest Serge Storms novel, Cadillac Beach. Other books in the series? I suggest starting with Florida Roadkill, followed with Hammerhead Ranch, sprinkled liberally with Orange Crush, topped off with Triggerfish Twist, and served with Stingray Shuffle.
I walked over to the bookstore for the signing. Me, maybe two or three other folks, along with the author, were there. I had a cup of coffee from the cofee bar, and the phone kept jangling in my pocket, as there some folks supposed to join me, and everyone was held up by traffic.
As a congenial host, Tim introduced himself, and he started telling stories. He’s a masterful storyteller, and the tales just got better and better as the evening wore one. He almost filled the room, and he was wondering because this crowd hung ojn until the bitter end. He would periodically stop, and take questions, and those questions would launch into a roundabout answer, which would involve some tale from some place, and the family history, and what happened when….
He has a great love of Florida, and that combines with an encyclopedic grasp of history, a sense of skewed perspective, and best of all, a masterful raconteur. Plus, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. That was just too cool.
3. In unrelated news:
Mark Cuban has a weblog.