Bar-B-Que and Burdicks
Sep. 2nd, 2002 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaI probably wouldn't have even returned the keys tonight, except that after finishing Myst III and realizing my house was almost entirely devoid of chocolate, I decided that it was officially Burdick's Hot Chocolate Season again. Josh was over scanning in all his notes and charts from Mongolia, although he moved his operation back from the kitchen table to the living room so he could better experience the wonders of the D'ni. But he decided that Harvard Square was too long a walk. Feh.
Steve had called earlier to let me know he was back, thanked me for catsitting, and invited me over to watch Amelie and pick up the little something from Central New York he brought to make me homesick. At the time I was struggling, even with the walkthrough, to complete the game, so I deferred him. I called him back. "Burdicks?" He agreed so quickly I figured he knew what he was in for. When he muttered under his breath "$4 for hot chocolate? Better be the best hot chocolate I've ever had..." I realized he'd Never Been to Burdicks. Needless to say, he was more than satisfied with his investment. I restocked in chocolate-dipped ginger, (and even pink grapefruit jellybeans, found between Burdicks and the T).
I don't know what I was expecting, but he brought me Dinosour Bar-b-que Potato Chips and a bottle of The Original Dinosaur Bar-B-Que Sensuous Slathering Sauce. Lissard's gang used to drive down from Canada to go to Dinosaur. It's a yankee sauce that sells in the deep south. And the restaurant is right down the street from Rain, the glam-est bar I've ever seen.
Now to figure out what to barbeque first!
Steve had called earlier to let me know he was back, thanked me for catsitting, and invited me over to watch Amelie and pick up the little something from Central New York he brought to make me homesick. At the time I was struggling, even with the walkthrough, to complete the game, so I deferred him. I called him back. "Burdicks?" He agreed so quickly I figured he knew what he was in for. When he muttered under his breath "$4 for hot chocolate? Better be the best hot chocolate I've ever had..." I realized he'd Never Been to Burdicks. Needless to say, he was more than satisfied with his investment. I restocked in chocolate-dipped ginger, (and even pink grapefruit jellybeans, found between Burdicks and the T).
I don't know what I was expecting, but he brought me Dinosour Bar-b-que Potato Chips and a bottle of The Original Dinosaur Bar-B-Que Sensuous Slathering Sauce. Lissard's gang used to drive down from Canada to go to Dinosaur. It's a yankee sauce that sells in the deep south. And the restaurant is right down the street from Rain, the glam-est bar I've ever seen.
Now to figure out what to barbeque first!
