Why are the weekend days more delicious than the previous five combined?This weekend I'll enjoy both ends of the meat spectrum within hours. Today is Famous Dad's birthday (I'm not telling how many years, but he doesn't look it anyway), so we're going to watch my Kings tomorrow and grind a Farmer John dog before a more civilized meal of filet mignon at The Palm. Bloodsport and animal flesh -- now that's a birthday!
Between brunch Sunday morning and a post-rehearsal meal tonight, I think I'm confident that these next couple of days are going to get the shit eaten out of them. Not literally, but what is in those Farmer John dogs?
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