BACK TO BIRMINGHAM
Later today I fly southbound for journey number two in what should be many jaunts to the heart of Old Dixie.
Summer in Alabama. Hmmm, should be rather sticky, I'd imagine.
Anyway, this time I'll be there (a) for two days, not just one, and (b) I'll be traveling for one of those days with only another associate (though still senior to me), and not with the high-ranking partner as I did last time. And why do I inform you of this? Because maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to exert a bit more influence and get our asses to some sort of bona fide southern eatery for some old-fashioned local vittles. I felt the pain inflicted by last month's comments, chiding me for not dining on the down-home grub.
Anyone who knows me should be certain the choice of chi-chi over grea-sy was not my choice. While at home I'll avoid food cooked in bacon fat if need be, but on the road . . . ? Nah, gimme the real deal.
(Not to mention, the awesome steak I ended up throwing down last time wasn't exactly the height of health anyhow. But man, it was good.)
So there you have it. Behind whatever work comes my way, and trying not to melt in the southern summer swelter and scorch, my goal is to dine authentically. Until the inevitable trip I make down Alabamy way on my own, I'm still not optimistic. But I am hopeful.
We'll see. I'll report upon my return. Ciao, y'all.
Summer in Alabama. Hmmm, should be rather sticky, I'd imagine.
Anyway, this time I'll be there (a) for two days, not just one, and (b) I'll be traveling for one of those days with only another associate (though still senior to me), and not with the high-ranking partner as I did last time. And why do I inform you of this? Because maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to exert a bit more influence and get our asses to some sort of bona fide southern eatery for some old-fashioned local vittles. I felt the pain inflicted by last month's comments, chiding me for not dining on the down-home grub.
Anyone who knows me should be certain the choice of chi-chi over grea-sy was not my choice. While at home I'll avoid food cooked in bacon fat if need be, but on the road . . . ? Nah, gimme the real deal.
(Not to mention, the awesome steak I ended up throwing down last time wasn't exactly the height of health anyhow. But man, it was good.)
So there you have it. Behind whatever work comes my way, and trying not to melt in the southern summer swelter and scorch, my goal is to dine authentically. Until the inevitable trip I make down Alabamy way on my own, I'm still not optimistic. But I am hopeful.
We'll see. I'll report upon my return. Ciao, y'all.
Labels: I'm Hungry Now, Pass The Grits And Corn Bread, Throw Some Collard Greens My Way As Well
posted by Mike at 7:26 AM
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