kenna

we talked to our very, very, very cheery-yet-vacant wedding place liason, kenna. she was super nice and super helpful, answering all our questions with aplomb.

afterwards, we got bbq at this amazing place, everett and jones, to take home to eat. we knew it would be good based on three simple factors:

1) it was a hole in the wall. seriously, it was absolutely tiny, with a huge brick smoker which was, for all intents and purposes, the entire eastern wall of the place. this also adds authenticity, specifically when they open the smoker doors and within a minute you lose all visibility in a smoky haze and you go home stinking of campfire.

2) there was a line out the door. again, a good sign, that people are willing to jam themselves into a tiny, painfully smoky, possibly unhealthy place just to shove deliciousness into their faces.

3) some enormously fat man with pants down past his knees squirmed his way through the crowd with a suitcase. once at the counter, he nodded to the man behind it, hefted the suitcase up, opened it, and started spreading out a bevy of bootleg movies burned to DVDs, and man, that guy had EVERYTHING. he had movies that haven't come out yet, like the wolverine one. hell, he had movies that haven't even been *made* yet. that, if nothing else, is a sign of neighborhood unity that speaks higher of the food than any restaurant review ever could.