So much for Jack Stack's. A last minute re-direct from one of Cathy's BBQ experts brought us to Q39 in Kansas City, where we porked out, shamelessly, with the one, the only Debbe Wald, ceramist extraordinaire/fireworks expert.
Debbe is the gal who guided me on all things explosive while I was writing "When Sparks Fly."
One of two ridiculously delish desserts we sampled.
The three of us had a wondrous time consuming massive amounts of caloric heaven and listening to Otto Miller, who stopped by our table and regaled us with stories about life in the restaurant trade. He helped launch Q39's, where champion BBQ chef Rob McGee holds court. Missouri's own Brad Pitt was "once a roommate of mine back in the day," Otto told us. "He still owes me $32. "
The mysterious sink installation at Chez SJG
Today I return to Los Angeles, to see what's been going down in the 'hood. Hubby mentioned something about the surprise installation of a sink. I'm so happy that happened off-camera.
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