code red—danger!...

thanksgiving weekends are always filled reunions, get-togethers, drinking, eating and plenty of rabble-rousing. The students come home from school, families reunite, friends spend their nights in watering holes. But with the Cat Mom still so far away weekends like this can make me feel like a man without a country...

really, i can't complain. Pop Dukes rolled out a feast that left my belly distended. As the weekend progressed i caught up with some old Tower folk, and they are just as much family as anyone else. Made time for some QV crew the next night, and caught up with the chefs tonight. Work is on the way, whether its lugging furniture or slinging drinks—either way there is a light at the end of the tunnel i haven't seen for ages. Inspiration flows regularly, even if it appears in odd places and i'm just over a month away with my own reunion with my lady. So there is plenty to be thankful for. Plenty of reason to keep my chin up. But most of all I'm thankful that there is a place called Cabrito and within this palace exists a culinary pleasure beyond imagination...

may i introduce the Danger Dog...
pictured is the El Luche Libre (right and center) and the Sonora. Not just mere hot dogs, they are indeed dangerous—and tasty...

the chefs, wilt the stilt and a-cue, brought me in on this wonder. Its fun hanging around with people in the culinary industry, all they want to do is feed you. And in the case of a-cue, advantages include a possible gig behind the bar at a new joint in Williamsburg and of course—homemade bacon!...
god bless us everyone!...