On The Road Again

Forgive me for the late post today, but I write this post as we cruise along Interstate 40 somewhere in the Texas Panhandle area. Amarillo is about 60 miles in front of us and I can see how the city got its name, as the fields in the surrounding area are parched wastelands without a hint of green grass.

Anyhow, Will and I had a splendid final night in Tulsa, as our hosts, Greg and Alicia, took us out on the town. 

The place to be on a Wednesday night was McNellie's Public House, which entices the young crowd with a three dollar burger special. Naturally, the four of us took advantage of the deal, and ordered a round of beers to accompany the chow. As anyone who knows Will can attest, one drink will lead to five, and five will lead to rounds of shots. Rowdiness ensued. 

Although in the professional sporting world, all that booze may be an impediment, it brought out the competitive edge in all of us as we headed upstairs for darts and pool. There were moments of glory, some major bungles, and of course, heated arguments and exchanges of death threats. 

It was a fine and memorable cap to our stay in Tulsa and we must thank Greg, Alicia and their gorgeous little daughter, Eva, for allowing us to crash in their lovely little suburban home.

PS- Thank you to Harry Shillingford for diligently following our exploits and getting on my case today for the lack of posts.

Our mode of transportation in Tulsa. I rode in the back. 

Greg, Alicia and Hollywoodwill 

Blah, blah, blah. 

We won't say whose is whose. 

Ahem.

Will with the beautiful Eva. 

PPS- During the posting of this message, we were involved in quite an event, but our readers will just have to stay tuned for tomorrow's update. 

Fat Boy Heaven

As one might surmise from all the food postings, Will and I have packed on some pounds this trip. Today's trip in to downtown Tulsa only continued this trend, as we ended up in, of all places, Fat Guy's Burgers.

Will's high school friend, Alicia, met us here and informed us this would be her fourth visit in a week. Not bad.

I swiftly noticed that the only option for burgers was to order a double patty-- the place certainly adhered to its name.

Will and Alicia kept it pretty tame, ordering a bacon cheeseburger and a chipotle chicken, but the peanut butter bacon burger caught my eyes and I instantly opted for it. As we placed the order, the kind lady at the register informed me that I could have my burger Thai style, on top of the PB, and I quickly obliged.
The food was outstanding, but the real story was the hulking mass I chowed down. The burger DID have peanut butter, as well as pineapple, jalapenos, bacon and a Thai sauce. As we say around uptown in NYC, it was "crack." Another must have item for all who venture in to Tulsa.

After we'd finished, Will and I struck up a conversation with the owner, Chris, a Tulsa native who had spent a year in Park Slope, Brooklyn. He seemed a bit jaded by the experience, describing how the city leaves people broken with all the expenses, fines and other frustrations. Will and I conceded that we too had had our fill of NY (hence, why Will's LA bound), but we both felt that the city toughens people's skin, turns them into fighters, and puts them at an advantage in any other environment. In fact, the thriving restaurant Chris now operates in Tulsa seems to be a testament to that.

For Will and I, this is just a friendly reminder: The world is our oyster.

More Boulevard Wheat, we're hooked. 

Peanut butter bacon burger, Thai style. 

Chicken Chipotle.

Bacon cheeseburger

That's pineapple on the burger and the sauces are peanut butter and some Thai sauce. 

Only two people have succeeded in the Fat Guy Challenge, which includes 5 pounds of meat and a one pound bun.