Meat Galore and I took Shelby to St. Louis this weekend. This little trip created so much blog fodder that I will have to divide it up into several posts.
Last night, we were driving around downtown St. Louis looking for some place to eat dinner. Meat Galore (who is, arguably, the whitest person I know – for goodness sakes, he makes cheese quesadillas in the freaking microwave) pointed to a sign and said, “That Celebrity place looks good.” I had to respond, “That Celebrity place is a soul food buffet.” He told me that he didn’t think so because there was a picture of mashed potatoes and gravy on it.
On the way home this afternoon, we took a little side trip into Boonville to stretch our legs. When we came to this intersection, Meat Galore said, “Man, they’re screwed.”
Stay tuned for more misadventures of Meat Galore and Mary.