"The Fish and the Bird can fall in Love...at Chris' Hot Dogs

Most of you have figured out that this blog is more than a food review.  In its own twisted way, this blog has chronicled the history of Montgomery for the past five years.  One thing you can be sure of about history is that it will change depending on the lens of hindsight.  For example, during 2013 public opinion on gay marriage reached the tipping point and shifted such that I think it is safe to say that prohibitions against same-sex marriages will be viewed in 10-20 years like the laws prohibiting inter-racial marriage of the 60s are today.  The debate will undoubtedly go on despite the current trend but we completely understand that you--our loyal readers--want to know what this paradigm shift means for Lunch in the Gump.

Behind the scenes, we of the Lunch in the Gump gang have for some time been testing and experimenting with non-traditional menu choices at some of our favorite lunch spots.  Here is what we have learned:

Months ago, on a whim we ordered the hot dog at Hamburger King on Decatur Street.  As experimentation goes, this was a disaster.  The jumbo pink dog could not compete with the greasy scion of burger that gives the little hole in the wall its name.  I, frankly, do not know how you can make a hot dog as greasy as a Hamburger King cheeseburger without splitting it in half and deep frying the poor dog until it nearly detonates.  Our advice, stick with the traditional namesake at Hamburger King.

But one anecdotal example does not establish a trend.  While the hamburger joint does not love the hot dog, we have confirmed that it is possible for the hot dog emporium to love the hamburger and make a home.  Our Exhibit A is Chris’ Famous Hot Dogs on Dexter Ave.  Although this family run icon of Montgomery cuisine is internationally known for its hot dogs, just about every regular customer also pairs a cheeseburger with their dog.  The dog and the burger share the “special Chris’ sauce” and steamed buns.  Both are outstanding when enjoyed in moderation (about once a month or quarter depending on the thickness of the lining of your stomach).  So, for you newbies to the Gump, don’t forget to order a cheeseburger at Chris’ Famous Hot Dogs.  People will not look at you like you just came out of the closet and you will be very pleasantly surprised.

What is the first thing you Montgomerians—except the Cornbread Carp—think of when the word “Martins” is spoken?  That’s right: Yard Bird a/k/a fried chicken.  The Carp, of course, thinks of a hot buttery muffin of Martin’s cornbread.  The bird and the cornbread are so good at Martin’s (also family run) that it is hard to break their grip on your gullet.  But some months ago we ordered roast beef at Martin’s Restaurant at the corner of Carter Hill and Narrow Lane. Was the roast beast as good as the bird?  Well, of course it was not.  The bird beats the beast wings down.  But it was good juicy roast beast and it also comes with the fresh and hot cornbread muffins.  They even serve fish there, I have heard.  However, I have never had the guts to order fish in the bird’s nest that is Martin’s.  Stick with the traditional yard bird at Martins and let Sundown East serve up the “Beast” (the Gump’s largest hamburger steak).

Finding a good fish with the bird is troublesome.  For example, the chicken fingers at the Capitol Oyster Bar should remain anonymous.  I know they are only probably there for the kiddies.  We recommend you leave the tasteless globs of chewy chicken to the crumb snatchers who don't care what they put in their mouths (except vegetables) while you drink your frosty PBR, suck down some fresh oysters and listen to great jazz on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

No doubt you all can think of countless other examples of ordering contrary to the traditional lunch conventional wisdom.  Think of it: Bob’s Salad at Dreamland; a rib eye at Wintzell’s; grilled shrimp at the Irish Bred Pub etc. and etc. 

The point is that the fish and the bird can fall in love, even if they may have a heck of a time finding a home.

 

Yours Truly:

Dreamland and The Vast Chicken-Wing Conspiracy

Eating messy barbecue used to be fun...

Well, because the evidence is all in and the jury is sequestered and deliberating my fate, I thought it would be safe to break my lawyer-induced silence and comment upon a true but un-prosecuted conspiracy that affects many members of Gump society: The Ruined Tie Conspiracy between The Locker Room and Dreamland.

I would contend that the existence of a nefarious and collusive agreement between an exclusive men's clothing store selling expensive silk ties and an iconic barbecue restaurant serving messy foods is more compelling than the idea that an extra spring-roll would garner a favorable lunch review on the world's most popular blog about Lunch in the Gump.  Recognizing my inherent bias as to one versus the other, here is my case:

Exhibit A:    A "Best of Class" Robert Talbott tie from The Locker Room in the colors which my lawyer's jury consultant said I had to buy to wear with my suit at the trial.  It cost $135 and must be dry-cleaned if it becomes soiled, assuming it can be cleaned at all.



An innocent and unsuspecting Talbott tie from TLR. Note the "I am not a crook" color scheme.

These ties are available, to my knowledge, at only one men's store in the Gump. It is a store frequented by many of the most powerful people in the city. The Locker Room is, perhaps, the finest men's store in the city. It is certainly one of the most expensive. They only sell the best.

Exhibit B:  The split smoked sausage hot dog covered in slaw, caramelized onions and Dreamland sauce.  I couldn't take a picture because my cell phone was still locked up at the courthouse, but here is a "staged" Dreamland photo which, suspiciously I would say, omits all the messy stuff that makes it nearly impossible to handle and devour without creating a hail of fatty grease.



A pair of benign appearing sausages laying in wait for a silk tie to ruin (an actual picture of the split sausages taken from the website appears at right).

 A court could take judicial notice and all menfolk know that there is a force of nature loosely referred to as Tie-Grease Attraction (or "TGA") which describes the irresistible force drawing any stray droplet of greasy food to the most expensive nearby men's neck ware.  In fact, the more expensive the ties the stronger the attraction to the messy Dreamland barbecue sauce that ruins them. It's sort of like the attraction of tornadoes to mobile home parks.

Therefore, it is no coincidence that since Dreamland opened in the Alley, sales of Robert Talbott ties at The Locker Room have quadrupled. And if you dig a little deeper you will discover that the records establishing the formation of The Locker Room are filed in the very same state official's office as those harboring the incorporation papers of Dreamland of Montgomery.  What are the odds that two business entities, supposedly owned by different persons, would store important business documents at the same office of the Secretary of State of Alabama?  I told you it was suspicious.  Add to this the fact that both businesses have business licenses filed in the same drawer at City Hall.  Put this all together and you should not be surprised to know that the owner of The Locker Room was seen lunching with the owner of Dreamland, according to unnamed sources.  Coincidence? Hardly.



In my unfortunate case the results were, as you would expect, that devouring a delicious $6.50 Dreamland split sausage hot dog with fries and slaw resulted in the destruction of a beautiful $135 silky green tie unless I wear it with a vest to cover the spot(s).  I never wear vests. Vests are for persons who shop at western wear outlets. Not yours truly.

Did I hear you mutter: "Bib?"

Yes, they have "bibs" available for those wearing cutoff blue jeans and wife-beater t-shirts or high schoolers on prom night. Dreamland does have tacky plastic logo bibs with plastic ties that make you look ridiculous.  But no falsely-accused businessman from a trailer park like myself would be caught dead with a plastic bib tied around my neck as if I had no concept on how to eat barbecue without a messy face.  But note they do not encourage the use of bibs nor do they warn you to wear one. It's all part of the conspiracy, the vast barbecued chicken-wing conspiracy played out again in green silk. They know you will not wear the bibs but they have them so you wish you had.





Don't these teenagers look happy in their prom night bibs? (Note the stain on the sleeve)



Using a bib to protect your laptop?  Genius!

The evidence is a clear there is some sort of a link between The Locker Room and Dreamland. At least the evidence is a lot more clear than the evidence against me in the Blogger Corruption trial. All I can add is wish me luck and wear a bib when eating at Dreamland when you have on your TLR finery. You have been warned.

[Ed Note: For the story behind the Blogger Corruption trial of Cornbread Carp see our prior post on the subject. On August 11, 2011, the jury acquitted him on all counts! He is now free to bottom-feed to his heart's desire.]

The LITG "Year in Review" (2010)

The year 2K10, as viewed through the greasy prism of the Lunch in the Gump gang, was a year of surprises and reversals of fortune. It was a down year for the economy, gambling, Obama, Bama and the Bistro but an up year for the GOP, criminal defense lawyers, Auburn and Derk's Filet and Vine. Join us now for a walk down lunch memory lane for a review of the history of world as revealed in the best posts on Lunch in the Gump. Like so many fine works of literature, we shall start at the beginning:

We started the year observing that the imitation "spread" Gecko served at the Commerce Cafe was not affected by the cold corn muffin. We re-checked the status after Christmas and found no change:

The "butter" Gecko sits defiantly atop a corn muffin after a welding torch failed to melt him.

Despite the foregoing, the Commerce Cafe is still going strong as do most entities with a symbiotic relationship to the RSA. Unfortunately, two of the six places rated in January are no longer with us: Tokyo and Cujo's Lunch Express. Their food will not be missed. I may eventually miss that funky smell from the Tokyo dumpster. Was it ground nutria?

The best line in January was: "Capitol Oyster Bar oozes Gumpness like an open sore." But the most memorable character making its debut in January was the ubiquitous "Chile Poblano" of La Zona Rosa fame. Thankfully, they can be kept at bay with a dull fork.

February brought the 2010 winter Olympics and the beginning of what appeared to be a year of gambling raids and/or indictments. Here in the Gump one of our favorites--Hamburger King--won the Burger Luge and India Palace won the silver in Goat Roping. But the visual memory of the 2010 Olympics was the vision of Tommie Smith and John Carlos raising the black power salute on the podium to protest the closing of Victoryland.

The Eastbrook Cafe was also raided when its famous pulleybones were used as part of the "Pulleybone Method" to determine who would pay the check. We called it a game of skill, the gambling task force called it a lottery. The pulleybones were saved when cooler heads prevailed after Tojo held John Tyson like a pulleybone and Tojo told the stormtroopers to leave: "Or else Tojo make wish."

March Madness and Chile Poblano Day dominated the third month. The Effete Eight included La Zona Rosa, Cook Ma's, Hamburger King, Lunde's, Martins, Chop House and newcomer Sa-Zas. The Chile Poblano saw its shadow portending six more weeks of winter.

In 2010, the Chile Poblano ("La Zona Rosa Filipe") saw his shadow.

April was filled with tricks, tragedy and redemption. Our April Fools Day announcement of the closing of Chris' Hot Dogs brought traffic to a halt as throngs flooded downtown to savor their last Chris' dog and cheeseburger. Thankfully, it was just a cruel joke that caused the highest of number of hits on the blog in history. The closing of Hamburger King wasn't a joke, but thankfully it was only temporary. Sadly, we lost ole curmudgeon Capt'n Pat at the end of the month and could only be consoled with the opening of another season of Biscuits and Brats at Riverwalk.

In May, the great recession began losing it's grip on the gang as we saw forays "above the Tojo Line" to "The House" at the Renaissance and the always excellent Michael's Table in Z-Red. You might be interested to know that the Fed now uses Lunch in the Gump to spot trends in the economy. However, to the dismay of many, LITG foolishly dabbled in politics and endorsed a candidate for public office. It was the Kiss of Death and will not be repeated (unless and until we change our minds).

June brought us a new restaurant and hints of a replacement for Nancy Paterson's Bistro in No-Clo. Sal's Pizza opened in the Z-Red and has been going strong ever since. With PBR and outstanding pizzas, the place has been very popular despite its splendid view of drainage ditch at the back of Zelda Place. Whereas Nancy Paterson's was in the process of jumping to a new location--like the Cornhusker's jumped to the Big-Ten--rumors of a new restaurant in their old location began to circulate in June. The month ended with one of our own--Reginald McLucid--having his car towed from in front of Sa-Zas where he was triple parked. McLucid was shocked that the law applied to high-priced criminal lawyers. His campaign against the eatery has been relentless ever since.

July hailed the re-opening of the renovated Marina on Shady Street but may have foretold the beginning of the end for Bama Bistro on Commerce. As Bidgood Bob put it: "Bama Bistro may not make it, but hell, neither did any of the banks or investment firms who used to have palatial offices on this part of Commerce Street." We will miss the Bistro and hope the Marina will hit its stride when the weather improves.

In August we saw the re-opening of Nancy Paterson's Bistro in Zelda Place, the mystery of "Bob 's Salad" at Dreamland revealed, and a strong showing for The Olive Room. But everything was not "ducky." The summer heat must have gotten to me, but I had a little brain fart and went off on a rant about Katrina victims that caused quite a stir and almost cost the loss of the my blogging status.

Thankfully, Bidgood Bob didn't pull the trigger.

September brought the beginning of the college football season which was supposed to involve a repeat championship for the Crimson Tide and created a near-crisis in the Gump when members avoided each other to avoid fraternizing with the enemy. I rose like a Phoenix after my near-death experience and, like Colbert, honored Congress by testifying about the egg salmonella scare we experienced that month.

One of our most popular blogs ever heralded the opening in October of the Village Kitchen in No-Clo. Old Mortimer the pig would love the Truffle Fries. But controversy raised its ugly head again with the indictment of the Blogging 11 (including our own Cornbread Carp) who were accused of selling favorable blog posts for random appetizers. That story will play out in 2011 although at the end of the year, one of the defendants plead guilty and began tuning up to turn on the others. The Carp is in the good hands of Sir. Reginald McLucid, counselor and expert parking ticket evader.

November saw Auburn continue their narrow escapes while Bama faltered. It also saw the first Republican legislature in Alabama history and the opening of two new restaurants: All-City Coney Island Eatery and Mamma Nems. All-City pleasantly surprised but Mama Nems was overwhelmed and unprepared. Perhaps in 2011 they will be able to hire a service staff. But, unfortunately, most will remember November for the Cecil Carp controversy. As we all now know, Reverend Cecil Carp was offering to sell his son's (Cornbread's) favorable reviews for money. It was more scandal for the Cornbread Carp but eventually Cornbread was cleared by the FBI although many find it hard to believe he did not know what his father was doing behind the scenes. LITG has disassociated Rev. Carp from participation.

Of course December brought resolution to the BCS Championship and a Heisman Trophy for Cam Newton. However, more importantly, the LITG Lunch Bowl Championship Series came down to an epic struggle "between the wedges" of Filet and Vine and Shashy's Bakery and Fine Foods. After a two-day cage fight, Derk's prevailed and was proclaimed our 2010 LBCS Champion. Auburn fans can only hope for such a victory over the Ducks.

The shrimp etouffe at Shashy's was very fresh.

Despite the indictments of many of our friends and a struggling economy, it has been a fun year at LITG. Although we lost some favorite lunch spots, we have replaced them with some fine new ones. We hope our friends--and the Carp-are either acquitted or sentenced to serve time at the Maxwell CC.

Tojo and I wish to thank all our contributors who work for free to make this the number one blog in the world about eating lunch in Montgomery despite the sparse competition. We look forward to the opening of a deli in Alley Station and other restaurants in 2011 as the economy improves. Most importantly, we wish you a Happy, Prosperous and Sated New Year in 2011.

Stay hungry our friends!

Happy Holidays from Shadow Pup.
As you can see from the tag on my collar, I predict that Auburn will win the BCS game by a score of 22-19 by a fieldgoal on the last play.

Dreamland revisited: The mystique of Bob’s Salad

Alhough the LITG faithful might wish to poo-poo our lunch location selection today since we went to a chain restaurant (gasp!), the TRUE faithful will know (1) that a review of Dreamland has been posted on this blog previously (http://lunchinthegump.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreamland-bar-b-que.html) and (2) that we don’t really give a damn what you think about our lunchtime choices (I would include a parenthetical hyperlink to support this statement but there are too many too include, so take your pick).

But this was no aimless lunchtime gathering; we were on a mission. Fat Clemenza, Shadow Pup, and I had heard rumor of an off-menu item called “Bob’s Salad” and decided to investigate. There is a shroud of mystery around Bob’s Salad, but we knew at least enough to know that (1) other people had ordered it more than 24 hours prior and had not died; (2) the salad has chicken on it -- the pulled variety (I had to assure Shadow Pup that the chickens were humanely “put down” before any "pulling" commences); and (3) the salad can be ordered “hot” – with jalapenos – or “mild” – without jalapenos.

We coolly entered the establishment and took our seats near the back. As always, the place was hopping and the ribs were smoking. We scoffed when the menus were brought to us. As if! Mustering up the confidence of someone who orders exactly what she pleases, on the menu or not, I told the waitress that I would be ordering a Bob’s Salad. With bated breath, I waited. Did I need to have a password to successfully complete my order? Was she going to ask to see my Bob’s Club membership card? Would she start quizzing me about this mysterious “Bob” fellow (whose last name may or may not be “Salad”) to see if I really knew who he was and whether I was really entitled to eat his salad? (By the way, if “eating one’s salad” is some sort of vulgar metaphor, my inclusion of it here is completely unattended.)

But nothing happened. Well, I mean, something happened. I mean, the waitress wrote down my order and moved on to Shadow Pup. What I'm saying is, nothing unusual happened. There were no requests for secret passwords, handshakes, or ID cards. Bob did not appear and denounce having any relationship with me, at least not one that would rise to the level where I could eat his salad. (Gosh, that’s really starting to sound bad, isn’t it? My sincerest apologies to Bob…and his family.) We moved right along, and the waitress simply turned to Shadow Pup and asked what he would be having in his bowl. He barked twice. Since he is a regular at Dreamland, she was able to interpret his dog-speak and figure out that he wanted the “hot” version of the salad. Fat Clemenza got on the bandwagon and ordered a hot one too.

After several minutes of conversation, we had ourselves a table full of salad:

Kickin’ it healthy style at Dreamland!

So, it turns out that Bob’s Salad is basically just a healthy version of the pulled chicken salad. We got lettuce, grilled tomatoes, pickles, jalapenos (optional), pulled chicken, and – my favorite touch – pineapple. The only dressing was a bit of olive oil. There may have been more ingredients but I can’t recall them right now.

We dove into our bowls. Shadow Pup was particularly ferocious whilst eating. Either he was especially hungry, or he was happy that he was (for once) not the only one eating his food out of a bowl. We ate…and ate…and ate. There was a lot of food in that bowl! I finally gave up. The thing about having a salad as the sum and total of one’s meal is that, well, it just gets boring after a while. You can’t move around your plate, taking bites of different items as you go. There’s no variety for the palate. Sure, your forkfuls can vary as to chicken/lettuce/veg/fruit ratio, but, all in all, there’s not much difference in what you get. So, some perhaps satisfied more than others, we finished our meals:

Shadow Pup likes to pretend he knows how to use a fork sometimes.

Bob only charges $8.95 to eat his salad (seriously, I hope this man doesn’t have kids who are reading this), so we managed to stay under the Tojo line. Normally I don’t care too much for salad but this one is worth a try. It is a unique meal with some interesting flavors, and it’s certainly more healthy than most anything else on Dreamland’s menu (if you’re into that sort of thing). I must say, though, the mystique of ordering an off-menu item is part of the allure. All in all, I give it 3 out of 5 ribs.

SaZa's Needs Rating from LITG

Looks like we can no longer ignore the SaZa's phenomenon at 130-A Commerce. I saw where that mutt without opposable thumbs Shadow Pup rated the place at "Sup in the Gump" and I know Fat Tojo has spoken of it on the Lunch in the Gump Facebook page. It's also getting very high reviews on Urban Spoon. Do we think that if we ignore it then it will go away? I know it is not technically a local eatery, but it is just a much a local place as Dreamland or Wintzells. Somebody take the ball and write something witty!! Chop chop!

Gump on the Go: Rainout Gump Take Away Diary

O.K. It is raining cats and squirrels in the Gump at lunchtime and your ankle bracelet can't get wet. To top it all off, you actually have work to do because you have wasted all morning swapping slobber with your Bammer friends about the No. 2 Tide (and/or the collapse of the Tigers). What do you (or Larry David) do?

The answer: Force some runner to divert a trip to deliver time sensitive and critical closing documents needed by an important client so they can run by and pick up your lunch and bring it to you first, of course. (And then complain that they only provided two Catsup packets and deny you knew about the diverted errand when the runner is fired).

But where and what do you order? Hmmm.

Choice's Chinese? No choice for me. Nose too sensitive. Roaches hang themselves.

Bama Bistro? They won't answer the phone from the jail er...office. Are they still open?

Chappy's? No way. I've sampled way too many of those "free" left-over sandwich platters on the conference room table to want to actually pay for a quarter of a sandwhich I could make myself if I had opposable thumbs.

Hamburger King? You kidding! Those things don't travel well. They liquefy after five minutes in a styro box.

Davis Cafe? I am afraid that if those turnips cool they will set like cement.

Dreamland? Now you are talking. Chicken or pork. Two of my natural enemies chopped or sliced like Auburn's defense. Much easier to catch on a bun. Yummy and right downtown. Only problem, bottom bun soggy. We have sent men to the moon, but we can't package a bar-b-que sandwhich to travel five minutes in a styrofoam box without the bottom bun getting gooey. [Which is a really tiresome analogy because it actually took us longer to put wheels on luggage and coolers than it took us to go to the moon.] Hint: Try putting the sauce in a side tub!

I wish our favorite places could figure out delivery logistics. Rainy Days And Mondays Always Bring Me Down.

Still high and dry,

The Shadow Pup, Lh.D., C.D.

See Standard LITG Disclaimer.

Dreamland in the Alley - I love ya, but...

Hairnets. Get some hairnets. I'm just sayin'.

Dreamland B-B-Q

As much as I hate to admit it, this place is pretty decent for dinner. It was a fam jam. One had the cheeseburger (and raved about it); two had the mexican equivalent of the hot pocket (Quesadilla's) ; two had the chopped pork/chicken sandwiches; and I, of course, went with the house speciality: ribs.

The amazing thing is everyone thought they ordered the best thing on the menu. No entree envy at this table.

Buckmasters is in town so we had free entertainment from the vendors while we chowed-down on the B-B-Q. Service was good and the prices were fair. Can this be the next Gump lunch? Keep your fingers greasy....

Dreamland Bar-B-Que

No formal Gump meeting today so took a break from my upcoming trial preparation to freelance a lunch at Dreamland in The Alley (101 Tallapoosa St). I have been there, oh maybe five times since it re-opened in The Alley two months ago. I know it may appear to be a chain, but I hear it has local ownership and involvement by the original family from Tuscaloosa. It sure does not feel like a chain. Chain or not, I am glad it is open on Mondays and is close to my work-release location.

You know about the Dreamland ribs with bibs--they are truly great--but when you go to a place for lunch often you tend to try new things you would not associate with a BBQ like salads and hamburgers and Quesadillas! The "Dream Cheeseburger" ($7.95) is a close second behind Hamburger King in tasty burgerness. The chopped chicken salad ($8.95) is also surprisingly hearty with just enough romaine lettuce to provide plausible dietary deniability.

But today I ventured "South of the border" for a Chicken Quesadilla ($6.95) off the appetizer menu. I call it Mex-i-Que with sour cream and sauce on the side. Plenty to eat. In an out in 30 minutes with friendly service: "How you doin' baby?"

Ambiance is cool. If eating alone, sit at bar and face the three HDTVs with ESPN channels while catching up on the weekend sports. Today it was Federer's 15 slams, the sad McNair situation and "Tiger Wins Again" at Congressional.

Without my "peeps" I was able to remain low profile and was not noticed by management as a member of the "Lunch in the Gump" Gang. So I believe my experience was typical of what you could expect on any given day for lunch in the land of dreams.

On the Gump Scale, Dreamland is 4 of 5 biscuits.

Prior Gump Visits

Since the blog is new, perhaps a little history is in order. The Lunch in the Gump gang are all long-time residents of the Gump who for years struggled with the paucity of luncheon eateries in Alabama's Capitol City--affectionately dubbed "The Gump" for reasons not entirely clear to anyone. Lately the number of good places to eat lunch have multiplied. Over the past few years, the Gumps have visited the following:

1. Hamburger King (Our favorite greasy greasy burger).
2. Chris' Hotdogs (Our favorite greasy greasy dog/burger and waitress).
3. The Stockyards (Buffet located somewhere in North Montgomery and great if you like a man calling you "honey").
4. Dreamland (Great ribs and a fine cheeseburger in The Alley).
5. Lek's Railroad Thai (Very tasty Thai food and decent sushi).
6. Down the Street (Good meat and 3 with TV's).
7. Ruddles Pub (Another good meat and 3 if you dare to go outside the by-pass).
8. The Farmer's Market (Buffet style down home food. Good breakfast also).
9. Capitol Inn (Buffet style meat and 3 with good chicken and desert).
10. Martin's Restaurant (Line up for chicken and cornbread).
11. The Blue Moon (East Montgomery's version of a meat and three buffet. Not bad).

I am sure I have left many out. Gang members will no doubt add to this list. As you can see, although we are gourmets in many respects, when it comes to lunch we primarily prefer basic down home Southern food in a "meat and three" format. Hopefully, we can provide thorough evaluations of these and other eateries in the future. Perhaps we will branch out. In any event please remember: We can be bought.