Chicken Gizzard Blizzard
Had another local blogger meet up tonight. Jon was there, as was Dane (who brought eggs that expired three months ago and a street sign, just like he said he would -- note to self: Don't think Dane is joking when he says things), and Jesse. Barney showed up a bit later after posting some very disturbing news on Bend.com. Simone didn't make it, despite making the suggestion of going to Timbers in the first place.
You're probably wondering why this post is titled as such. Timbers is a bit of a white-trash/cowboy bar. It's located in a strip mall, across from a factory outlet mall, next to a Goodwill thrift store, a Dairy Queen and a fabric store. In other words, not the typical place for a dark, smokey, bar. Regardless, we were looking at the menu, and noticed they had chicken gizzards as an appetizer on their menu. We got to joking about how the Dairy Queen next door should make a Gizzard-flavored Blizzard. Then we thought about it, they could just get the nasty chicken from the KFC about a block away -- just take it from their dumpster to save costs.
I'm still waiting for Jon to Photoshop the whole thing up.
I learned a few other things while there:
- Jesse has no taste in music -- the Eurythmics? Come on, man ;-)
- Dane's still a spaz.
- I suck a pool, as I haven't played it for a long time. I actually came from behind on a game against Jon, drained the 8-ball on my final shot -- and sent the cue ball in the pocket on the same shot. Dangit. Jon beat me up the next game, too.
- Meatloaf's "I will do anything for love" is great bar music in a place like that. Really.