Going to Lucky Twelve Tavern
is like going to a dear friend's home
and sitting at the kitchen table
or sitting on a bar stool at the counter
all the whilst your dear friend cooks for you.
You are embraced when you walk in.
There are friends everywhere
you haven't met yet.
It's just plain GOOD TIMES.
The party takes on a life of its own.
People communicate.
People reach out to each other.
People talk.
People have fun.
In other words,
it was a GRAND PARTAY.
That's what the atmosphere
is like at Lucky 12.
It's all happy-go-lucky.
It's inviting.
It's happy.
It's like going into
a dear friend's kitchen.
Lucky 12 is one of our favorite haunts.
Mr. Hawthorne and I arrive early
at Lucky 12.
There's Mark, the owner.
Ready to do battle.
Ready for the onslaught.
But he's cool.
He's collected.
He knows his shit.
I think he'd done a pizza battle earlier.
Then he and BJ shucked 3 bushels of oysters.
How many oysters is that?
Don't know.
Maybe 600-900
depending on size?
This is Teresa -
she of the mighty oyster stew.
Excellent stew.
The onions and celery were perfectly crisp.
Butter.
Some cream and milk.
Hint of thyme.
Lovely.
These were all my tastes
and perceptions at the time.
Lots of oysters in it.
Teresa was kind enough to print out
the recipe.
I'll give you the recipe later.
While Mark was carrying on about his oysters,
I knew where the real cooking was going on.
Anywhere Teresa was.
So I stayed on Teresa
like a rabid monkey on an ice cream cone.
Now,
Imonna shut up for a while
and just let you look at the pictures.
I give you darn near EVERY picture I took.
I want the pictures to tell the story.
Oh, but first.
Does anybody out there watch Housewives of ???
I think this is Vicki of the Orange County Set
but before she had all the horrible surgery.
Holy crap!
Everybody is admiring Teresa's ass!
And little GingerSnap over there is
taking photographs for posterity.
GingerSnap is the official photographer
for Taste Of The Beach.
I'm lovin' Gingersnaps.
Whenever she tried to shoot me,
I'd duck and run,
screaming,
"I'm in the Witness Protection Program.
You CAN'T SHOOT ME!!!!"
Bitch stalked me the whole damn time.
Rosie muscled her way to the front.
Everyone be damned.
I gave Mark my plate
and he gave me my oysters.
I stopped him at six.
Part Two will be up tomorrow.
Just wanted Mark to know
how much we enjoyed everything.
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