The Ten Commandments of Barbecue

Last night I was smoking meat (insert all the gay jokes you can) in preparation for a Barbecue, and the applewood smoke caused a vision. I was alone, atop a rocky mountain and I saw a burning shrub who spoke these words to me, and instructed me to pass them along.

  1. Charcoal is the one true method of BBQ. No other methods shall come before it.
  2. Never take the BBQ name in vain. Thou shalt only BBQ Pork. All other food may be grilled, but only Pork shall be designated BBQ.
  3. Honor thy host and hostess: thou shalt never attend a BBQ empty handed. Chips are acceptable as an offering unless thine host claims a potluck. To which offering chips becomes a sin.
  4. Thou shalt always provide corn bread for your guests.
  5. Thou shalt not ask guests to bring food to a BBQ unless you declare a potluck.
  6. Thou shalt never be more than 20 minutes late to a BBQ. In doing so, thy name shalt not be spoken of for 127 days.
  7. Thou shalt not steal. Thou shalt never ask for a ribplate to take home. Only a host may decide if those who could not attend a BBQ are worthy of a ribplate.
  8. Thou shalt never use the same utensils for cooked and uncooked food.
  9. Thou shalt not use store bought BBQ sauce.
  10. If thou is an Acolyte to the ways of the BBQ, food of the Chinese takeout persuasion is an acceptable form of backup.

Greek Miniblog

Ive been in Greece for a little more than a week on vacation. So far the food is awesome, the people are great, the scenery is beautiful and the weather is awesome. We started in Athens then to Mykonos and Santorini islands. today were headed to Crete then were road trippin from Thessalaniki, through Kalambaca, Pirgos, Kalamata, Sparta and finally Napfillon. Will have pics and do a full babai when i get back.

Photopost: Enatai Beach

Walked to Enatai Beach Park today with Meggie and Roxy. As soon as we get out of the parking lot a bike comes whizzing by, and Roxy lurched for it. The bicyclist stopped and just glared at Meggie and Roxy, which prompted me to get fucking psycho furiously screaming and yelling at the dude. He took off and said some choice words, and I responded in kind. Completely unexpectedly, he rides back up to us and apologized to me and Meggie. The rest of the walk was far less uneventful. Photos below, and higher res ones available at my gallery.


The last photo is a crop of the previous one, just showing the detail picked up.

Photopost: Olympic Sculpture Park

Monday (day off!) I went to The Olympic Sculpture Park with my dog. Shots below. Higher res ones available at my gallery.

The French Laundry

Finchbot2k asked about The French Laundry in a comment, so this post is dedicated to his sweet tubesteak.

Overall the experience at The French Laundry was great.

The atmosphere was okay, but it’s not really intimate– it’s a small place with lots of tables. We were stuck next to a larger group who were boisterous which made carrying on a conversation hard.

Reservations usually book up within an hour, and are 2 months in advanced, so we were lucky to get a table. However with the downturn in the economy, they are finding it harder to maintain that repuation. In fact they called us to say we could come earlier if we wished. They also have a few tables on OpenTable.com which normally are snatched up, but lately have been easier to get.

The service was flawless. Our host (I don’t think they have a maitre di) knew pretty much every ingredient on the menu, and was able to accommodate Meggie’s dietary restrictions.

The French Laundry offers a new unique menu everyday, based on what is available at the time. The food was perfect; every item served went together with a level of painstaking detail that boggles the mind. Unfortunately I *don’t* have a sophisticated enough palette to differentiate the subtleties that make French Laundry the #5 restaurant on the planet from say another high class restaurant.

The bill came to $681 (tax alone was $50). This was a treat for us, but there are many people who dine there weekly. One day, I might be baller enough to do that.

Next up is El Bulli–the top rated restaurant on the planet, maybe 2010, since 2009 is all booked up.