While I re-vamped the home page and intro, the big BIG news is that I'm going to start writing dining reviews for places to eat here in Vegas. It's not going to be a food blog, but more of a resource of good places to try if you're in town. I can't tell you how often I am asked for restaurant suggestions, so I hope this serves as a useful tool for those coming in town, as well as those who live here.
Last night, Brian and I took the Bear to Lucille's Southern BBQ for our first official review. And while Lucille's was awesome as usual, something interesting happened. See, Brian and I have been "singing the blues" to Scotty for almost a year now. I don't know how it started, but every time we are there, we get into this little rift/refrain of blues chords (me) and Brian does Scotty's part. It's cute, it passes the time, and it keeps the little Bear occupied. It goes a little something like this:
me: [singing in a low voice] Do-doooo-do-do...[tap, tap]
Brian: My name is Scotty...and I like to eat BBQ.
me: do-doooo-do-do...[tap, tap]
Brian: I may be small, but my appetite is large.
me: do-doooo-do-do...[tap, tap]
Brian: I'm sittin' in my high chair...and I'm all out of food.
me: [louder] do-doooo-do-do!
Brian: ..but I have my bop-bops, so life is good.
me: Sing it!
And then Brian will fake yodel or something, Scotty laughs, and we've officially made everyone in the restaurant think we are total and complete fools. It's a great time, really.
Anyways, after dinner, we broke into song. Brian was just about to start Scotty's version when a tiny little noise came out of our little Bear. We both paused, leaned closer, and Scotty did it again.
"Do-doooo-do-do."
He was singing the blues.
He looked at us with his big blue eyes, and grinned.
Welcome to the family, kid.