Trying to get back into a groove. I went to Lafayette on Monday and it's thrown my schedule off.

If you get out to Lafayette, check out The Boiling Point restaurant in Broussard. Some of my colleagues fessed up, and yep, them Louisiana folks keep all the big shrimp to themselves. They were as big as my hand, I guarantee.

For the Yankees who read this, be sure you don't order "boiled shrimp." They won't know what you're saying. Order "bald shrimp."

I worked out this morning for the first time in a while. Listened to Ashlee Simpson, The Dead Kennedys, The Replacements, and Bob Marley. Because I'm cool like that.

Here are some random thoughts:

1. I went to Yahoo Music and threw every song with "hobo" in the title to a play list.

Billy Bob Thornton's song Hobo sucks bad.

Otherwise it was a good idea.


2. We loved minor league baseball when we lived in California. Now we have it in Houston.

BAY AREA TOROS

3. I've found my new theme song!

link

Little Ole Wine Drinker Me

I'm praying for rain in California
So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine
And I'm sitting in a honky in Chicago
With a broken heart and a woman on my mind

I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
And he asked who's the fool in the corner crying
I say a little ole wine drinker me

I came here last week from down in Nashville
'Cause my baby left for Florida on a train
I thought I'd get a job and just forget her
But in Chicago, the broken heartache's still the same

I matched the man behind the bar for the jukebox
And the music takes me back to Tennessee
When they ask who's the fool in the corner crying
I say a little ole wine drinker me
I say a little ole wine drinker me

I found it on a Merle compilation. I'd never heard it before. I love it.

4. If LC and Heidi were out last week boozing and searching for Spencer, this week LC was gunning for Heidi. What a lying whore! Now LC knows it and she'll be out for blood I'm sure.

Labels: baseball, Shows I don't watch, Weirdness, wine, Yankees

It's a little funny to read a Times review of a barbecue place in Long Island.

NYT: When Classic Chef Meets Barbecue Pit

THIS is gourmet barbecue,” the woman at the next table said as she relished the exceptionally moist homemade corn bread at BobbiQue in Patchogue. She was right. This six-month-old spot features the soft, smoky meat of real pit barbecue in the hands of a classically trained chef, Eric Rifkin, who knows his way around the kitchen as well as the pit. His cooking skills are evident in the fantastic side dishes and luscious desserts.

I'm kind of a barbecue snob. If offered my last meal while waiting for the chair, I would ask for brisket from either Luling or Kreuz's.

On the other hand, I've lived in New Jersey, California, and Maryland. Not exactly barbecue capitals. I've learned to appreciate whatever I could get.

This place sounds interesting and I could give it a try, if I ever get to Long Island.

Labels: Barbecue, BBQ, Brisket, Yankees