I am in a lovely mood.
Mostly because I’ve spent the last month traveling. No, not to Barcelona, though that would be pleasant. This latest trip has been strung throughout the east coast. Philly. DC. Annapolis. Baltimore. Which has been refreshing; I often think Kansas City is too…mellow? Too Midwest?
Not sure that’s exactly the word I’m looking for but it’s close. And every now and then it’s refreshing to immerse oneself in attitude.
Take Baltimore. The town definitely has an attitude. I watched Game 2 of the World Series at a Dick’s there.
Dick’s serves up the usual liquids, decent bar food and thoroughly, brilliantly rude and sarcastic waitresses. Trust me, it’s a no mercy joint. Which I like and need.
When I lived in The City I used to frequent the place down off Jefferson, by Fisherman’s Wharf. Same brusque, belittling attitude applied with a deftly honed razor: stand and be counted, by damn!
Sadly there isn’t anyplace like that in KC. Even my favorite KC taqueria falls short, and they’re notable for the spliff-smoking, dirty-leg crowd they attract.
Watching a baseball game in KC anywhere but Dave’s Stagecoach Inn is an exercise in fey discussions about esoterica even hardcore baseball statisticians care less about, interrupted by asides about the hippest facial hair grooming products. Holy kerist its like being in your mom’s beauty shop on a Saturday morning when all the old hens get going.
Anyhow the Baltimore folks are generally pro-Royals and anti-AnythingLeftCoast, so it was fun. Raucous, dirty mouthed, anything goes fun. It was refreshing to not only not watch my mouth, to actually indulge in my baser instincts.
Anyhow, I’m back in town tonight, just in time for the game and it’s just not going to be the same.
We gotta get a Last Resort in town.