I had a productive day yesterday. I finally got all the stuff done that I've been saying I was going to do all week. In light of my productive day, I decided that I wasn't going to cook, but rather send out for something. I didn't want any fast food, but I did notice that there was a Gates BBQ not far from my house.
I've lived in, or around, Kansas City since 1993. Not once have I ever stepped foot inside a Gates. I'm a crappy Kansas Citian, I know.
I really wish I had a warning, because someone yelled at me when I first walked in the door.
"HI! MAY I HELP YOU!?!" screamed a little, black woman. Shit...I just walked into the place and I am already pissing someone off.
I selected a mixed plate that had a little of everything on it. Upon seeing my platter in person, I realized I had lunch for work on Friday night taken care of as well. I bought a little bottle of sauce to take with me, and lady behind the counter (the one who yelled at me) talked me into a cup of strawberry soda. It turns out, she was quite nice, but I was stilled unnerved anyway.
I took my dinner home and ate a little (it seems I've gotten used to eating smaller amounts), and packed the rest away in easy, take-to-lunch containers. I must say, it was probably the best BBQ I have ever had the misfortune of dribbling on my shirt. Even the beans were good. I didn't know what I was going to do with a half jar of pickles (aside from sending them to The D's house...because I know of his secret love for pickles), so I just fed them to Sam. He liked the pickles very much, but he also licks his own ass...so, what does he know about good taste?
So, that is my review of Gates. It was quite tasty, I think I shall go back again. I never opened the bottle of sauce. I'm wondering if I should take it with me and give it to Kant when I see her. They suffer in Georgia because there are no BBQ joints to speak of. Folks in Georgia have never even heard of a burnt end. It would suck to live in Georgia.
I've yet to pack my suitcase, but I will probably end up doing that Saturday night. I'm slated to work for 4 hours that night. I should have just taken the whole night off, but I was a dumbass. I'm starting to get pretty excited about going. Especially since my next real vacation isn't until November of next year. Hopefully, I will have access to a computer so I can blog as I go.