Sunday, January 28, 2007
One can only surmise that the trademark Psychotic Dave's® was already taken.
For how else, apart from psychotic, could we describe this porcine chef? He grills up pig ribs—his own ribs?—not grudgingly, not under duress. And not only willingly. Or merely eagerly. Or enthusiastically. He shoves them into the fire with wild, tongue-lolling abandon. As though trying to impress God (or Napoleon or the talking doorknob) with his ecstatic fervor.
We can only look on with pity as we bemoan Reagan's policies that brought us to this sad state, where the mentally ill, having been deinstitutionalized en masse, were free to be employed by "legendary" pit bar-b-ques.
Addendum (1/01/08): Alas, our alarm went unheeded. And now, look! Thornton, Colorado, is menaced by a Famous Dave's pig of Godzillish proportions!