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A Rochester institution is a barbecue joint called the dinosaur. Last night's trick told me that the ribs and the fried green tomatoes are not to be missed. Only today, my customer told me about this place, just two blocks (in an oddball direction) from my hotel.
I dropped in and ordered tonight's special. Two tenderloin medallions plus a quarter rack of ribs, two side dishes for $15.95. Yes, life is inexpensive here in Rochester.
A live band started playing at 10:00. The youngest fellow in this swing / classic rock band must have been over 50 - no wonder they play at the Dinosaur! But this dinosaur loves that sort of music, so I hung around for a bit.
The drunk guy a the table next to me asked one of the hot chicks at the bar to dance, and proceeded to bump her around the dance floor. I asked the woman who was with her to dance. Jitterbug. I love Jitterbug, and I'm good at it. So was she. We had a great time.
I went to my seat at the bar to sit down, when the first woman - who also happened to have a figure like Raquel Welch in her young days - basically insisted that I dance with her. But this was a slow dance - a smokey jazz number. I protested a bit that we didn't know each other that well, but she pshawed that away. It was pretty clear that she was comfortable dancing cheek to cheek with a perfect stranger. At some point, I thought it might make sense to tell her,
"I bat for the other team."
"Yeah, I figured. It's a lot more fun, isn't it, when you can just dance, and not worry about all that sex stuff?"
I was very popular with the women. The drunk straight guy kept looking at me funny, as if to wonder why I got to rub up against those Welch boobies for a whole slow dance, while he had to boogie on his own, or have women sort of cringe when he touched them.
Not something for every night of the week, but a fun way to spend Wednesday.
I dropped in and ordered tonight's special. Two tenderloin medallions plus a quarter rack of ribs, two side dishes for $15.95. Yes, life is inexpensive here in Rochester.
A live band started playing at 10:00. The youngest fellow in this swing / classic rock band must have been over 50 - no wonder they play at the Dinosaur! But this dinosaur loves that sort of music, so I hung around for a bit.
The drunk guy a the table next to me asked one of the hot chicks at the bar to dance, and proceeded to bump her around the dance floor. I asked the woman who was with her to dance. Jitterbug. I love Jitterbug, and I'm good at it. So was she. We had a great time.
I went to my seat at the bar to sit down, when the first woman - who also happened to have a figure like Raquel Welch in her young days - basically insisted that I dance with her. But this was a slow dance - a smokey jazz number. I protested a bit that we didn't know each other that well, but she pshawed that away. It was pretty clear that she was comfortable dancing cheek to cheek with a perfect stranger. At some point, I thought it might make sense to tell her,
"I bat for the other team."
"Yeah, I figured. It's a lot more fun, isn't it, when you can just dance, and not worry about all that sex stuff?"
I was very popular with the women. The drunk straight guy kept looking at me funny, as if to wonder why I got to rub up against those Welch boobies for a whole slow dance, while he had to boogie on his own, or have women sort of cringe when he touched them.
Not something for every night of the week, but a fun way to spend Wednesday.