Showing posts with label italian sausage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label italian sausage. Show all posts

Monday, August 8, 2011

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.]

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Biscuits and Brats for Lunch? Oh my!

A beautiful day to watch a game and lunch in the Gump at the same time.

There are many fine places to each lunch in the Gump as we have shown. But there are few to match the ambiance of a fresh Bratwurst and cool beverage on a sunny mild day amidst the friendly confines of Riverwalk Stadium while watching a close Montgomery Biscuits' game. I know what you are thinking: The games are at night! Not even the Shadow Pup eats lunch at night!

Not so fast, onion breath. Every year the Biscuits entertain school children from all over Alabama during day games they call Grand Slam School Days. I attended today's event. The next will be May 5th at 10:35 a.m. On the days of such games, around noon you can saunter over to the stadium and get in without a ticket and see the rest of the game from about the 6th inning on. Of course, you will be in the midst of thousands of elementary and junior high brats...errr...students....on hyper-sugar highs who sing and dance to every "bumper" song played between innings, but after you get used to their frenetic energy, the joy of being at the game becomes contagious and everything tastes even better. Today, I went with my usual Bratwurst, shown below


Never point a loaded brat at anyone!
The owners of the Biscuits are famous among minor league circles as serving up some of the best ballpark food around: cheese steaks, half-pound grilled burgers, brats, Italian sausage dogs, and tacos (just to name a few). In fact, I believe Riverwalk may be the only place in the Gump you can get a grilled brat or Italian sausage dog. Anyone who has every had one will never go back to a plain wiener dog if they have an option. Add grilled onions and you are in Gump heaven--especially if you love baseball. Or perhaps, even if you just love Civil War history. I note the stadium is on the site of a former Confederate prison/hospital.


Apparently, the food was not the strong point prior to the Biscuits.
Most that attend Biscuits games come for the baseball, beer and food all at reasonable prices. Today they were serving the brats (err...students) hot-dogs at $1 a pop. Even at that price they were not as popular as anything with sugar. But you just cannot top having lunch in the shade behind home plate while you watch a young Biscuits phenom go into the 8th inning with a shutout. It's good food plus good baseball and there is no other place in town that offers both for lunch.
Go Biscuits!
A rare lull in the dancing and singing when a baseball game broke out.