Yee Haa!

Pig Roast. mmmmmmm

Last night was the annual Pig Roast at the South Side Pub in Bend. It was a first for us. We'd never been to the South Side Pub, and we'd never been to a pig roast. For a paltry ten dollars, it was all-you-can-eat barbecue and live music. Could that be bad?

I was torn. Also performing last night were David Bowers and Julie Southwell at Silver Moon Brewing, but they didn't have all-you-can-eat BBQ, and we'd been there before, so South Side Pub won. (Sorry, guys.)

The band at the pig roast was the Moon Mountain Ramblers, a great local bluegrass group. I love that we have so many great bands here. Most of the bands I've heard have been top notch, not little garage bands you hear at weddings and Bar Mitzvahs where they can't hold a tune, don't play well or play music that makes you want to fill your ears with mashed potatoes.

The appetizer was stuffed jalapeños. They cut the ends off jalapeños, stripped out the seeds and stuffed them with sausage. Sounds good, right? But that's not all. Then they wrapped a slice of bacon around it and skewered it with a toothpick. mmmmmmmm Excellent.

The meal was fresh salad, barbecue beans, sweet white corn on the cob, baby gold Yukon potatoes and, oh yeah, pig! When they said it was a pig roast, they weren't kidding. I'd never seen a whole pig on the grill before. I was asked what part of the pig I wanted. I told them I liked bacon and ribs, and they put pig on my plate.

It was juicy and tender, and pulled apart easily. The barbecue sauce was tangy and smokey. The corn was sweet and tender, the potatoes buttery. All around a great meal. Gotta go again next year.

The event was held outside the pub, which is good. We don't go places filled with cigarette smoke. Hard on Connie's lungs, hard on my contact lenses. I guess that's why we're not bar-hoppers.

Those attending, on the whole, looked like bike-riding, beer-drinking, barbecue-loving, bluegrass-loving kinda people. Lots of jeans and baseball caps and tattoos. There was more ink than a convention of Yakuza. Good people enjoying good eats. My arms felt naked.

Connie went inside the pub to get some drinks. I suppose that was my job, but I was rockin' to the Ramblers and forgot my manners. She came back, drinks in hand, her eyes wide like a cat that just barely outran the big dog next door.

Connie said that the instant she walked in the pub the guys were on her like dogs on a bone. "You a cab driver?" one of them asked. "Cause I'd be happy to jump in the back and let you drive me anywhere you want." Connie leaned against the bar to place her order, and another guy said, "You get your arms wet, honey, and I'll be glad to dry 'em for you." I guess that's another reason we don't go bar-hopping.

The bartender, she said, was a big buxom blonde. "A triple-D" according to Connie, enough woman for three men, in a bright red dress cut "down to here". Too bad I missed that.


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