If you build it, they will come.
That’s a fact. Costner proved it.
And that was only using dirt and a patch of Iowa cornfield.
Imagine what would have happened if he had rib tips, skee-ball and a bathtub full of beer instead...
Behold Bone Lick BBQ, the new permanent home for P’cheen’s beloved barbecued meatstuffs, hoping to open Tuesday on the Westside.
If this menu looks familiar, it’s probably because you’ve seen it before. And eaten it before. Yes, it’s the same pork and ribs that Mike LaSage used to serve at P’cheen on Monday nights. Until he realized that it was a crime against humanity to limit this stuff to one day a week. And until he realized that brisket sandwiches really belong in a place with ketchup- and mustard-colored walls, blue refrigerators from the ’50s, a jukebox and a vintage skee-ball machine.
So, next week, grab some meat lovers and a bunch of wet-naps, and head over. Commandeer a wooden booth. The one under the poster of an American flag made of bacon (think Warhol meets the other white meat). And suddenly, you’re craving pork. Perfect. You’re in the right place.
Get some rib racks, try a Redneck Charcuterie (bacon, jerky, deviled ham, Coke jelly), sample the tableside-made Maple Bacon Cotton Candy. And when you’re thirsty, get a drink. From their bathtub. That’s where they keep the beer.
Otherwise, that’d be super weird.
That’s a fact. Costner proved it.
And that was only using dirt and a patch of Iowa cornfield.
Imagine what would have happened if he had rib tips, skee-ball and a bathtub full of beer instead...
Behold Bone Lick BBQ, the new permanent home for P’cheen’s beloved barbecued meatstuffs, hoping to open Tuesday on the Westside.
If this menu looks familiar, it’s probably because you’ve seen it before. And eaten it before. Yes, it’s the same pork and ribs that Mike LaSage used to serve at P’cheen on Monday nights. Until he realized that it was a crime against humanity to limit this stuff to one day a week. And until he realized that brisket sandwiches really belong in a place with ketchup- and mustard-colored walls, blue refrigerators from the ’50s, a jukebox and a vintage skee-ball machine.
So, next week, grab some meat lovers and a bunch of wet-naps, and head over. Commandeer a wooden booth. The one under the poster of an American flag made of bacon (think Warhol meets the other white meat). And suddenly, you’re craving pork. Perfect. You’re in the right place.
Get some rib racks, try a Redneck Charcuterie (bacon, jerky, deviled ham, Coke jelly), sample the tableside-made Maple Bacon Cotton Candy. And when you’re thirsty, get a drink. From their bathtub. That’s where they keep the beer.
Otherwise, that’d be super weird.
