Where to begin…
First of all, allow me to be the first to apologize for poor blog updating etiquette, and by poor blog updating etiquette I mean being super lazy. However, if you all have been as busy as we have then maybe you didn’t even notice. If you did, get a life. If you didn’t welcome to ours…
As a way of compensating for said laziness you are all getting not one, but two updates today…you are fucking welcome.
First is the review of El Bait Shop. Second is our first annual preview of the second annual Wing Ding. (I like the word annual)
El Bait Shop.
For safety we were going to wear motorcycle helmets…but it was too hot and we looked like douchebags…see exhibit a…and because this game is all about appearance and perception we didn’t
Exhibit A
This was an especially fitting place to review this week because it was the location of last year’s first annual Des Moines Wing Ding, (not to be confused with that dick weed motorcycle parade that happened last weekend)
This summer we have gotten more rain than them hoes so pretty much every bike trail (aka the only bike trail we know, Ashworth) is under water. So we started our ride at the top of the Ashworth trail, S/TP works at the pool…so does Teacher X…
Everyone was all like you are not going to be able to get through blah blah blah but S/TP and I were like fuck off we do what we want, whats a little water to a g, plus I took scuba diving in college.
We didn’t get through. Our socks and shoes just got totally soaked
So we had to go all the way back up to Grand. As we are pedaling along leaving a trail of disgusting smelling water we get the brilliant idea to ask if the honorable governor Chester Culver aka CHET wants to join us. We got this idea because we were riding right by his house (Terrace Hill) and we had not broken a single law yet on the ride. When we saw the no trespassing sign and the abandoned State Trooper car we knew this was the opportunity.
So we ride up to Chester’s front door. And we wait/pose.
Then out of some speakers comes
“Can I help you” and we are like “Can Chester come out and play?” and the voice is like “Please leave the property now”.” I swear politicians these days are no fun, I am sure if Bill Clinton lived at Terrace Hill he would have been like “Let me put out this cigar and grab my bike pretty ladies.”
But He doesn’t so off we went to downtown ridin’ solo.
This was the opportunity for a little trick riding on that windy black wall apparatus outside of Meredith
This was also an opportunity to almost get hit by a train while trying to flatten an Abraham Lincoln
Then we arrived
Now El Bait Shop has some awfully funny ideas for wing sauce. As many of you know, we are very touchy when it comes to weirdness. However, we are also accepting of wing sauces that are not as popular as the jock and cheerleaderesque traditional buffalo sauce. If Gerris is the Prom Court El Bait Shop is home to the Drama club and Band Members of the Wing Sauce social hierarchy.
We got Teriyaki and Mexican because we are trying to include everyone…even the weirdoes who read Japanese Anime…
These were our first foray into breaded wings. We both agreed these were more like mini versions of fried chicken. This sparked our debate on what really makes a wing, and we have come to the conclusion that real wings don’t need breading. Real wings will go out in a snowstorm without a parka. Real wings are circumcised. You get the point.
So these were pretty good, but we have decided to add a new category and that is the Fried Chicken Wannabe category. And that is where these wings have landed. Ha.
But they were still good, despite the odd sauce combinations and unnecessary padding. These wings would be sort of like if Pamela Anderson wore a wonder bra…
6 Flies
Super bike friendly, Great Patio, Bad Service. Our trifecta of greatness ambiance wise.
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