But we wrapped up the cinemastravaganza with Pageant, which was fun and fascinating (the scaffolding under those dresses makes you glad God did the work for us biological ladies, but I now want to wear false eyelashes as an everyday accessory).
This grandma came packing snacks in her purse ($3 for movie popcorn? No thank you. I'm all set with my Ziploc of Walgreen's Cheez-Its). But S was hungry, and we'd passed this
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on the way in. Outside the Alabama College of Barber Instruction, these smarties had sensed the Sidewalk business opportunity and were purveying their barbecued wares.
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That smidge of an orange in the lower right-hand corner was the most ingenious idea: A box fan, strategically placed to send the smoky aroma down the block. The line was all glazed eyes and drool.
Most of S's and my pre-movie conversation went like this:
S: So ...
K: Hm?
S: I wonder if they'll still be there when we leave ...
K: Mmm.
[5 minutes later]
S: Hey.
K: Hm?
S: Did you see those baked beans?
K: Ha!
S: Seriously, I hope they still have beans.
[5 minutes later]
S: Hey, K?
K: Hm?
S: Do you mind if we stop for barbecue when we leave?
Et cetera.
The portions were nothing if not generous:
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Lots of people were opting for the more-portable hot dog offering, but S was determined to have her ribs. They came with the coveted baked beans, some cole slaw, and the ubiquitous stick-to-your-palate white bread, suitable for sauce sopping.
I watched it all good-humoredly. I was never a barbecue person even when I was a carnivore. But cruise past 4th Avenue between 17th and 18th. If you see the men in red, stop for some tasty pig in the 'ham.
The view ain't bad, either.
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2 comments:
at: 4:59 PM said...
wish I could have been there but.....
Those beans....um...well....how long was the movie...
at: 7:38 PM said...
she ate AFTER the movie!
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