Here’s a great reason to go to a beer fest with a babe, they can hustle bottles out of the guys pouring the beer. Al did it, several times on this occasion. I remember leaving the festival double-fisting sours with her.
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!!!!