My buddy Hoof Daddy loves the ponies so much. On this fateful day, he asked me to join him for a fun Tuesday at the tracks. I reserved a table at Crosswalk, we made a bunch of friends, a bartender with a praying mantis tattoo stole my heart, and we left.
I can’t believe it took me 20 something years to have smoked wings…. but it did. It was one of those experiences that you never forget. My love of fried chicken and smoked chicken met at a decent bar in West Little Rock and I’m never looking back! The southwest egg rolls were noteworthy but the wings were the star.
It was just another night at Dugan’s until a bunch of Spaten Beer Maids walked in passing out German beer hats followed by a barrel chested bearded man on the PA system announcing a beer holding contest. I’m there with Cheek and we enter. The only thing that mattered at this point was beating Cheek…. which I did. Mission accomplished.
GET ME A BEER CHEEK!!!!