Myers Grill & Catering

We travel to Williamsburg for something completely different. We take along Bernie and Deb. Back in the days when I was dating Regina, the four of us used to check out bizarre and out of the way places as a weekend advocation. Regina had an appetite for the unusual. She liked funky and we all agreed last nights destination would have, should we say, excited her.

When Bernie isn't on safari doing his wild game hunting thing...he's all about eating. I had told him about Myers Grill and they were up for the task.

You gotta love a fine dining establishment that lets you bring your spirits and even supplies you with the glassware. The four wine glasses that were provided all had the same attribute in the fact that they remotely resembled an actual wine glass. We were told by our attentive waitstaff that no two were alike...sort of like snowflakes or finger prints.

After entering through the kitchen, we were told we had a choice of the table near the TV or sit in the kitchen. We opted for the TV view. By the way the Iowa Buckeyes were not on TV and we were hoping we could find Larry Welk on one of the channels but a large sign indicated we were not to touch any of the controls. The table was out of the 50's or 60's and was made of chrome and pretend wood. The chairs were like the wine glasses.

Our head waitperson is Julia, who goes by Julie. She is assisted by Beverly and Tammy. There mission is to make sure any of our wants are satisfied. We are shown the board with tonights specials and are encouraged to get our order in the queue. Audrey orders the ribs and is quickly fitted with a bib.

As we are waiting for our food we check out the wines and share Buckeye stories. At some point
Deb gets mischievous and pulls a marking pen from her purse which she stole from work and begins to write on the wall. Well, I was taken aback at that behavior and sure hope the owners of did not notice her vandalism.

The meal was delightful and although we missed our chance to see the Buckeyes....there is always next week. See you at the Carver Hawkeye Arena

Starting the 60thYear

Yesterday, Audrey suggested we meet at "The Moose" after work. "The Moose is Moose McDuffy's...but the 'in crowd' just calls it The Moose. Its akin to calling Las Vegas, "Vegas". But when talking to others that aren't in the 'in crowd' they think you are talking about some international order of the Moose Lodge..

I asked her why she wanted to do that and she suggested that maybe we would run into friends. "This is Monday night", I reminded her...but she stood firm.

The Moose is where I met Sher (the pharmaceutical rep), Kathy (the CPA turned FA) and Regina (Billy's Aunt)...in that order. I can still pinpoint exactly where each were sitting in the bar and if you draw a line between all seats it forms a triangle. You could say its my Bermuda triangle.

As mentioned yesterday, it was my birthday and I started to suspect it was a planned get together. It was a school night so Billy was home probably doing homework.

It was pleasant evening with many quaffs being consumed. The Hopper was there sporting his new Prada eyewear. I think he really doesn't like them as well as he puts on, because as soon as a camera is in range, the glasses fly off his face and are hidden from view.

Gary & Mary followed us to the Grafton Street Pub for a final final and some grub.



Ever since I was tricked by Regina I am suspect of who people really are.

There was a young man pretending to be a student at the table behind us...but I suspect it may have been someone undercover. I am outing him here with this clandestine picture I was able take without his knowledge. If anyone knows his real identity...please let me know.

Obama comes to Amana

Billy thinks he's a liberal. I thought his family brought him up better than that. Well it was Tuesday and Tuesday is my day to take care of Billy. My day in the barrel euphemistically speaking. Tuesday is also the day that the Ex Club meets and these schedule clashes sometimes makes for tough decisions. They are after all both my "stepchildren". Regina is free on Tuesdays because she is now retired from Adult Bookworld.
Any requests to switch days with me, however, falls on deaf ears. She says its always been on Tuesdays that I take care of Billy and thats the reason not to do it any differently.

Billy wanted to go see Obama ever since we schlepped him earlier this year to Green Square to hear Bill & Hillary. ( I think he likes Bill because they have the same name or maybe its all about his "conquests" if you know what I mean.) It was the 4th of July and a friend of mine got us mafia seating. Last night we were not so lucky. The place was crawling with secret service and I remember the time the Hopper tangled with secret service during days of the first Pres. Bush and therefore we kept our distance.

There was no mafia seating and the SS looked upon the lung like it was some sort of Trojan Horse.
At first not even wanting to allow entry and later giving us the nod, but only at the rear of the Festhalle with the press photographers and writers. Everyone had their laptop going and they were checking their emails or their favorite websites. I'm not sure, but I could have sworn one of them had logged onto Billy Blog site.

Audrey had just gotten home from work and had on some high heel boots with pointy toes ,that could would work well eradicating cockroaches from the kitchen corners, and her feet were hurting big time. Actually the whole outfit was a killer outfit and she looked very Republican and stuck out like a sore thumb. Anyway, the lack of seating , the constant scrutiny of our entourage and listening to the same thing us Iowans have now heard for several months guided us to the back door.


OMG, as I'm writing this with Fox and Friends, at my side I hear Steven Colbert just announced that he is a candidate for President of the United States.

I'm sure Billy will want to see him too....I just hope it isn't on a Tuesday.

Wine tasting

Last night we took Billy to a wine tasting party. That was after I went to a self induced Vodka tasting and was brutally subjected to all the Sportstalk . The Vodka tasting was at the Dublin City Pub in Cedar Rapids. This eatery/drinkery (mostly drinkery) is noted for its reasonable priced measures of the poison and its cocktail servers/teasers. They are mostly" twinkies" but occasionally we are slipped a young male studly type to bring us our much needed fortification. [Hey, if we wanted a young man to serve us drinks, we'd go next door to the Dragon]

Now you have to understand I like Sportstalk and can do it with the best of them...but only as it relates to the Iowa Buckeyes, Billy's favorite team. When they start talking about the pro games its enough to make a goose puke. The Hopper was there and he was the moderator. He is the moderator because he talks the loudest. I wanted to leave several times, but he slyly kept refilling the glass that was in front of me.

Regina, is a regular hang out at the Dublin, but she always sits at the bar with her new beau. The years have not been kind to Regina and its just as well that she stays at the bar.

Off to Amana for the wine tasting. this wine tasting was on the second floor of an old Amana house with narrow staircase and no winch to help with Billy. I have been nursing a bad back due so self infliction which I can't talk about because my beloveds' mom also reads this blog, and I was thankful for the helping hands that pushed and pulled until Billy was parked square in the center of the tasting room as if we were at a funeral visitation. the hostess, A lady who calls herself a "wine Lizzard" or something like that told us all about the different varietals and graciously filled our glasses. Its sort of like a tupperware party without the tupperware...if you know what I mean. We thought we would have the wine glasses as a "parting gift" but the wine Lizzard picked them up and carfully inventoried them before packing up her bag.

The party progressed until we drank all her wine and then Alfred's Wine entered the room. Alfred is a rocket scientist and he makes rocket fuel in his basement. He drinks it and shares it with others and I'm sure NASA used it on one of their early missions.

There was a photographer there from the Gazette who arrived a little late because he came from an assignment with the expensive haircut candidate...his name escapes me....(initials J.E)

We are told that the article will appear in the Oct 28th issue of the Gazette, so look for our pics at that time.

Tonight its off to see Obama in the Festhalle in Amana
No fancy haircut...no US Flag pin.......

Stay tuned.