Casa Del Popolo

Just a quick update .... pics only. I'm worded out.

sleepy bye-byes

Blizzzzzzarts ...

After the concert we checked out a few places in our search for Spencer Krug. We ended up at Blizzarts even though there is probably no way they'd let him in with his metaphors.

We ended up hanging with a birthday party.   I'm going to pretend to not remember the rest:

the Rural Alberta Advantage @ il Motore

the RAA was our motivation for slogging the miles to Quebec in the dead of winter. Err, I guess technically very late autumn. They're awesome. I'd link you to some music of theirs, but I believe in your Google skills.

Yes, they have a bearded brown drummer. I thought I'd cornered the market on that shit, but alas, no.

New Orleans - Night 1

It was a second visit for both of us to Pat O'Briens in New Orleans ...

Humidity fogged Matt's lens ... Voodoo fountain - fire and water.

Pat O'Brien's is famous for its Hurricane ... a fruity concoction of rum, passion fruit, grenadine, lemon and lime ... You'll never catch me outside of NOLA with one of these, but damn, they're good.

We ran into Charity and Drew, and I inadvertently smacked Drew in the head while gesticulating wildly ... oops. Drew was interviewing to teach Social Studies, but lives in Portland. Charity lives in Baton Rouge and came down special to see Drew ... I sensed passion brewing and tried to work the wingman magic ...

What you won't see below is exactly how far Drew got with Charity. You will not of pictures of them making out. You will not see pictures of Charity flashing the bar, and motorboating the shit outta Drew. You will definitely not see a picture of them walking out hand in hand.

Oh, and we got burgers ... Matt's was Peanut Butter and Bacon. Really. Apparently did not suck, cuz it disappeared in about 32 seconds.

Ted the bartender flashing his gang signs ... great guy, great drinks, destroyed us in quarters ... he's a shark.

Above, for our last stop, we ran into Carl at Molly's at the Market .. after 12 shots of rum, 1 shot of jamesons, a shot of tequila and a pimm's cup, it got a little hazy ...

No Oil Yet... Perhaps the last swimmer at Pensacola Beach

Matt went for a swim when we checked out Pensacola ... I can't get into how fucked up the situation is ... It looks like the oil's gonna hit tomorrow ...

BBQ 3: Pineapple Willy's

Last night, in Charleston, I almost kept up with Matt's seemingly endless capacity for barbecue. Alas, tonight, I was defeated and had to go with the fried chicken basket ... I'm blaming it on the 30oz margarita. Anyway, Pineapple Willy's produced some good ribs, meat melting off the bone, but the sauce was lacking a bit ...

Night Shots: Beach Bums, Fireworks, and the Burning Brown Man

We picked up some fireworks on the way through Georgia and thought we'd put them to good use on the beach. Our cab driver (not the one named Yoda -- no I'm not kidding) let us know that fireworks + beach = jail, along with suggestions on how to use an M80 to deter would-be home invaders. Anyway, we did the obligatory sparkler writing, followed by Matt's fire dancing, and finally decided to appease the natives and set me on fire with 30 feet of fuse ... check out the pics below!

Panama City Pictures, White Trash Omitted

Burn's Alley, Charleston, SC

You know those vacations that you plan with your friends for weeks ... every strip-club restaurant, every cougar haunt museum, every last detail ... you're doing it wrong. Seriously, just stop planning so much.

Well, I do say, Dr. Suess + William Shakespeare FTW.

When this is the sign for the bar you're walking in, you've done it right.

When this many fake ID's have been confiscated, there's bound to be some jailbait around ... thank you gods of the road trip!

We met Caitlynn (above) at the bar, which was well tended by TJ (below) ... Caitlynn had some spectacular freckles ...

A pretty reasonable cover band (wish we knew their name) gave us some tunes ... notably a passable cover of Radiohead's "Weird Fishes / Arpeggi".

Laughing + Smoking ...

And then, no surprise how the night ended ...

BBQ 2: Jim & Nick's Barbecue

A little time on Yelp yielded this walking-distance meatariffic gem of an establishment.

Um, it's bawls hot here and 9,000% humidity. "Walking distance" is relative and this was the limit, albeit worth it ;)

Popular, $2 domestic beers, $3 Margaritas. Say no more.

Zoo pays homage to the meat prior to digging in. Right after this, he bet me who could eat the most (we both got the same platter).

I winked for the love of barbecued meat.

"Platter" 2010, Giclee Print available for $400

"Sides" 2010, Giclee Print available, $350

I housed him, but he later mentions this whole "pound for pound, I beat you" bullshit line.

"Forlorn Pig" 2010, Giclee Print available on demand for BBQ trade.