Dave Rice 9:30 a.m., Dec. 2
'Q'ing in Kansas City, Downtown
“My dear chap, this must be the cleanest city in the world.”
These words from my English buddy Robin who came out from London to visit us colonials a couple of years ago.
Thinking of him as I head towards the place he jes’ had to visit, Kansas City BBQ (600 West Harbor Drive, 619-231-9680).
Yes, he’d seen “Top Gun,” he’d watched Tom Cruise yukking it up with Kelly McGillis in there, yelling with Goose on that honky-tonk piano, “Great Balls of Fire!”
He had to come.
‘Course they’d had a fire in there since the movie. In ’08. And okay, the jukebox melted, but unbelievably, the piano survived. Sounds just as honky and tonky as in the movie.
It was this time of day – sunset – that we came. Had us some fun that night. And what I learned since is if you just sidle up to the bar and squeeze in, you’re surrounded by jovial guys and gals pretty-much anytime.
Plus caps, plaques, Oklahoma license plates, and stick-on signs:
“Your village just called: they’re missing an idiot.”
“Married men don’t live longer. It only seems longer.”
Only downer is, I’ve missed happy hour, by 45 minutes. Then I could have had a $2 mug of Bud, a $2 pork rib, and fries or onion rings for another $2. Or a plate of hot wings for $4.75.
The upper is that standard price for a pork rib, spare rib or babyback is $3.95 ($3.25 before 5:00 p.m.).
So I almost go for that when Mike the barkeep...
...convinces me I’ll get a way bigger bang for my buck if I go for the open-face pork rib plate, which comes with ribs on bread, and two corn cobs, and lotsa BBQ sauce, for, ulp, $9.75.
But it is a deal – maybe five ribs in there, and corn’s good. And so’s the conversation. Mike shows me photos of The Fire that just about destroyed the place in 08.
“But people started bringing their license plates...
...and the Navy donated caps of all the ships we’d had. It was incredible,” he says. “And we’ve definitely improved on that old brick BBQ.”
Then he’s off to take the picture of a couple of customers. Except, from the bar they’re backlit silhouettes. “OK, you come here,” he says, “and I’ll go there.”
The two girls come behind the bar and pretend to pull a pint.
I also take a pic. I’ll email it to my buddy in the UK, show him his ultimate bar’s still alive and kicking.
And I’ll be back – but 45 minutes earlier next time.
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