Fat Belly BBQ - Georgetown MA

Thank you Otis! You truly are man’s best friend, and I will make sure to remember how you did me a solid the next time you have an accident in the house.

So, the story goes a little something like this. After 2 long weeks on the road for back-to-back conferences I kicked back last Friday at The Grille and just enjoyed myself. After consuming a few bad ice cubes and not having a karate class to drive me out of my slumber/stupor sleeping in was the preferred solution to fix my hang over which left The Boss to handle Otis walking chores.

While I slept off the Jameson’s The Boss was walking Otis down and around Crosby’s parking lot and that all-powerful beagle nose locked in on the BBQ scents wafting from the Fat Belly BBQ Trailer. As The Boss will tell you, when that little guy locks in on a scent, he becomes 28 lbs of determination. If it is food related, or involves a woman rubbing his stomach, he also becomes very shameless. He will beg, walk on his back legs, sniff, beg some more until you either give him what he wants or you can separate him from The Scent. That is just what he did too he inhaled, checked out the trailer, stood up, sniffed again and even pawed at the door to the truck (or something to that effect). All of this was done in a crowded parking lot, in full sight of Neighbor Jimmy, numerous shoppers. Apparently, it was all quite a scene.

By the time Otis returned with a thoroughly embarrassed Boss, she was still chuckling over the scene he created. Through the haze, all I could hear was BBQ. I didn’t even have both legs in my pants before running down to Crosby’s with Otis’ same determination. I had to have BBQ. BBQ was EXACTLY what I needed in order to shake off the fuzz and haze.

$26 bucks later.....OH....SO HAPPY! The Boss and I lunched on two Pulled Pork Combo plates, and I left with a party pack for Football Sundays. OH!!!! SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY!

So the word is, there is no immediate plans to open up a permanent restaurant/lunch counter but they do deliver. So if you find you have a BBQ Deficiency, you will have to do some planning.

For additional information about Fat Belly BBQ, check out their blog at;

http://fatbellybbq.blogspot.com/

Or e-mail Kevin & Elaine Tighe at;

BBQ711@gmail.com

Quick Hits

Let’s start the Quick Hits today by revving up the self promotion machine.

• Blues, brews and BBQ make me as happy as a pig in shit, or the late Michael Jackson at a Cub Scout Jamboree (too soon?). There is just something real good about a debauchery, especially the Thirsty Thursday before I turn 3-5.Hell, whip in some gambling and we’re talking religious experience. The Growlers - Half Loaded Duo will be the featured artists at The Farm’s Blues, Brews & BBQ session tomorrow night. We’re looking forward to the new venue, and the new crowd. If I can keep Nigel away from the ribs and smoker long enough we’re probably talking one hell of a night. There is also a good chance we will talk new Growler Dre’ Reust into coming down and laying down some of the low end acoustic work. Should be a great night in my old home town of Essex, Ma.

• The 10 Ft Polecats are back from the Deep Blues Festival. Welcome home boys, looking forward to seeing the uncensored pictures from the Deep Blues Festival.

• Blind Billy checked in to say a good time was had by all the new Stone Soup in Ipswich.

• While watching “The Cleaner” on A&E, there is a story about two twin red heads who are junkies. One is a hooker on smack, another is Harvard educated chick. The Harvard Chick keeps referring to the mother character as “Her Mom-mee”. Now I have a weakness for redheads, but the whole whining thing.....oh GAWD no. This just proves, no matter how attractive a woman is there is still a guy who won’t put up with their shit.

• Matt Stubbs is headed back out to California to do some more work with Charlie Musslewhite. Safe travels Matt, and knock ‘em dead. I’ve you’re out West, or have a chance to catch Matt & Charlie play live sell your closest relative to get to this show.

• Having just finished reading Robert Palmer’s (not THAT Robert Palmer) “Deep Blues”, I wanted share a passage with you. As part of an interview in 1974 with Rolling Stone, Clapton told a story about getting dropping some acid before hitting the stage with The Dominoes. Every time he played a bluesy lick his guitar turned into into rubber while the crowd turned into devils. When he played a sweet lick, the audience turned into angels. It was an that point he decided to clean up his act and play pop. Now I don’t begrudge anyone their sobriety or their right to play pop crap, I’m just wondering how Clapton gets all this credit for being a blues guy when he hasn’t played blues in 36 years?

Real Quick Hit

Just a real quick hit for today.

• The Stubbies are playing and hosting an open mic at Jakes BBQ in Waltham tonite. All musicians welcome to come on down and jam! Jakes 220 Moody Street, Waltham MA. Starts at 9:15. $1 beers all night!

The Stubbies normally play an opening set and then come back in throughout the night helping along other acts. I encourage you to check them out, bring your instrument or just go down and hear some good tunes.

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