It took a while, but my brother was finally able to schedule another visit to KC. He came down for our wedding, but hasn’t been back since. I had been looking forward to it for a while since he is usually hiding out somewhere in the Pacific Northwest and we don’t get to spend much time with him outside of Christmas and the typical family holidays. He arrived last Sunday in the middle of a good old fashioned KC heat wave. Since the heat was so oppressive we weren’t able to participate in many outdoor adventures, but there was a fair amount of hanging out that was done. Most importantly Joel got a chance to meet (and hold) Lily.
He hadn’t held a baby before and I think he was just a little bit nervous, but he did an excellent job. Lily however was not pleased. About 2 minutes in she started fussing and asking for a little bit of supper (which I think scared Joel a little bit). After a little bit of dinner and a movie or two Lily decided to make peace with Uncle Joel and as an offering he let her borrow his favorite hat, which she absolutely adored.
The next day I only had one goal. Get Joel some of Kansas City’s tastiest BBQ. I have eaten at many restaurants in my life, and enjoyed many delicious meals, but nothing compares to the sweet and spicy barbecue that is prepared inside of a run down gas station on the corner of 47th and Mission Rd. Oklahoma Joe’s, the best BBQ by far, and quite possible the best food I have ever eaten. People that are not from the area, or who are unaware of the legend don’t really understand what it means that the restaurant is inside of the gas station. The gas station and restaurant are the same door. You can fill up your tank and fill up your stomach at the same location. My mouth is watering as I am writing this.
Let me tell you, it was tasty delicious. We split a sandwich and a full slab of ribs. Got some fries and slaw for Miss Lindsay (can’t believe she is still a vegetarian), and it was a well rounded meal. In the end it turned out our eyes were larger than our appetites, which worked out well. The next morning I whipped up some of my famous eggs and threw in some of the left over ribs (deboned of course). Drizzled a little bit of the “Cowtown Night of the Living BBQ Sauce” right over the top and I discovered my new favorite breakfast.
After the mid morning food coma subsided we just hung out around the house, Joel got his Jeep all packed up and Lily requested one more quick hold. Zooka managed to stick her nose right in the middle of things.
It was a great time, thanks for coming to visit Uncle Joel!