Thursday, February 9, 2012

BirdDog Barbecue and YoYogurt review

Fountain, CO has recently acquired something other than McDonald's (a fine Scottish restaurant, try the McHaggis).  Both Birddog Barbecue and YoYogurt have arrived and opened on Mesa Ridge.  It's nice to see a little diversity for a change.

Birddog Barbecue has been around for a while.  They say 20 years but I think it's more like 4.  They also claim they're Oklahoma style BBQ, which pretty much means nothing except that according to them they a) don't season their meat and b) don't add BBQ sauce.  I noticed this right away.  I've gone twice just to be sure they weren't kidding. 

I experienced their safe "lunch special" which I arrived 10 minutes too late for, but they were good about giving me the discount anyway, so kudos on them.  Industrial interior.  Pulled pork sandwich and a side with a drink for just under 6 bucks.  Fair enough.  Earlier I had tried several of their other items as a "meat plate" to try them out.  A lot of guys at work rave about it, but here's the deal: the meat is completely flavorless.  It's as if they boiled the meat Irish-style until all the flavor was sucked-out in a crock of water which was then discarded (to ensure no flavor penetrates the meat).  It's also violently dry, though it is soft.  Mashed together in a ball would make a fine sponge for spills.  Tastes the same.  It's confusing because the place smells of burning oak, yet the meat tastes nothing of it.  No smokey flavor whatsoever.  I have a decent palette I believe and can detect specialized wood-smoke in things, as I consider myself a connoisseur of fine and rare scotches.  I'm also a BBQ snob.  I absolutely love BBQ done right.  Or, well, done at all.  Thing is, they seemingly don't even salt their pork.  No seasonings.  Plenty are given at the table to our amusement.  "What do you think this is?" Becky bemusedly asked, holding a shaker of salt-pepper mixed with red-pepper.  Honestly, those ingredients should be ON the meat, rubbed IN beforehand


Looks good but..

We sampled the meat plain, as it's given, before adding questionable table sauces room-temperature on the table.  The meat should smack heavily of oakwood and spices that compliment the meat. The pork had zero flavor.  None.  Zilch.  Try it yourself.  It's raped of flavor, spirited away to some other dimension, like Negative World in Super Mario Brothers.  I struggled to find any flavor for several minutes, savoring the meat very slowly, tongue searching, questing for hope.  None.  Sigh..  The three sauces are non-committal.  A honey-based, a vinegar-based, and a mustard-based sauce.  Your choice.  My choice?!  No sir, you should decide!  It's your BBQ house!  Personally, I'm a Mississippi man on that account, and slathered the salt-red/black-pepper mix heavily on the sandwich.  The steak fries accompanying it were also flavorless, though had a very tiny hint of potato, almost immeasurable as if they were defiant like a French Resistance force, overtaken by the evil empire of flavor-stealer's BirdDog is.  Unsalted, they were a misery.  More salt and salt-red/black added to save them from nowhere. 

At least the Sprite was good.

BirdDog better wake the frack up.  It was near-empty inside, only one group who had never tried it before was there.  They seemed equally nonplussed.  Only with tons of BBQ sauce did it have any hope, and even then with a "we cater to everyone" moderate-politician attitude, it's more like the McRib than 20 years of BBQ Legend.  I still strongly recommend Dad's BBQ (aka the Kwik Inn) in Security on Main St.  Though he serves his meat also plain, it's good by itself, not dry, and the sauces he recommends are sweet and sweet-hot.  Chocked with flavor it wins time and time again, and has been on The Today Show and CNN.  BirdDog BBQ, you suck.  Grade: F-
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So we then went to YoYogurt next door.  It took them 6 months to open, which was a bit insane.  Inside you grab either a giant or super-giant cup and self-serve soft-serve yogurt, small teeeeeny cups ketchup-serving-sized for samples if you're not sure.  I tried a few: Cheesecake, RedVelvet Cake, Godiva Chocolate, White Chocolate, and Vanilla.  They were all pretty good but un-tart like normal frozen yogurt should be.  No more TCBY in Colorado Springs which was quite good.  At the end of the line is a place to shove Halloween candy all over your selection, like Nilla Wafers, gummy bears, chocolate chips, kitten heads, aphids, human fingers, chocolate springs, etc.  Two half-full smallest containers was about $7 which was fair.  Taste was like Kindergarten-sweet.  I was warned that all the people at YoYogurt are homosexual.  Judging by the two workers with fro-hawks and Skinny jeans and off-piercings I can attest that this is likely, but I don't really care.  I'm ambivalent of gays.  Sorry gays, you aren't that interesting or scandalous.




I knew gays back when I watched Hollywood Montrose in Mannequin 2: On the Move featuring Kristie Swanson and the band Starship's Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now.  As a matter of fact, that's what YoYogurt reminds me of.  Mannequin 2.  Bad art on the walls of giant food in pastels with paint thrown at it for good measure and industrial concrete floors with bad '90s chairs, the gay workers cleaning a bit too incessantly.  Shrug.  I found it mediocre.  Grade: C



That's a wrap.

How to Frame a Figg

Don Knotts of The Andy Griffith Show, The Incredible Mr. Limpet, The Ghost and Mr. Chicken, etc. etc., etc. stars in How to Frame a Figg as a sub-par mayoral accountant given a huge computer to an embezzling town Mayor and his cabinet after firing Don's other three far-more capable accountants to hide several hundred thousands of dollars by his ineptitude.

Don has a love interest jaded by a sneaky new secretary as Don is promoted to Head Commissioner of finances for the town.  To my delight, the secretary who has Don sign various incriminating documents placed by the mayoral cabinet is none other than Batman's Yvonne Craig in her last role.

The movie is vintage 1970, though Wiki says it's 1971 (woops, Wiki ain't perfect) and Yvonne vamps it up against always-portrayed-innocent Don Knotts to the anger of waitress Elaine Joyce who dumps tomato juice all over her tight sweater.  Comic relief-re'tard Frank Welker makes it Apple Dumpling Gang goofy, but a cast of 1960s all-stars fixes that, including McHale's Navy's (1961-1966) "Lead-bottom Binghamton" Joe Flynn!

It's nice to see Yvonne using her mad skillz as a hottie, though the mayor announces, "Put those two away, darling, nothing's connected downstairs anymore." as she flashes her ta-tas (clothed, mind-you, it's rated G.)  Another memorable line is when Don's waitress waves out the window as Don flaps the window-shade across the street, head-waitress Grace asks her, "Is that all you two ever do?  He flaps and you wave?"  She excitedly replies, "Uh-huh!!"  Grace denotes, "I hope you're on the pill."  This is interesting that though the "pill" existed in the late 1950s, it wasn't available US-wide until right around that time, and it was quite controversial.  Amusing none-the-less.

Still, it's nice to see Yvonne as a surprise guest one last time, and she hasn't lost her charm since Star Trek or as BatGirl.

Yvonne Craig image tribute below:
Telling Adam West how it is


Too hot for TV looking innocent.. almost


As an Orion slave-girl
(note* they produce male-controling pheremones.. Kirk escaped her lures)


Figg's vampish secretary


Don Knotts, failing his saving-throw

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Commericals on Web-based TV shows

So, a couple of things.. firstly, taken by surprise by Jerry Seinfeld pushing a new Acura NSX.  It's a V6 hybrid which might work, but not supposed to come out until 2015 it turns out, so blah.  Styling will obviously degrade (as did the Chevy Volt) and the hype will make it boring and irrelevant before it's even out.


Ragu has several moms lying to their kids, and shoving Facebook into it.  Bothers me because it says these moms are willing to lie in desperation, then smile about it.  Pretty evil commentary on America, as opposed to discipline.  The other moms smile in approval.  Smacks of an impending or soon-to-impend failed marriage, as she's willing to bold-face-lie to get what she wants.  If  "mom" is making Ragu as a sauce, she needs to drink cyanide and die somewhere.  It's just Hunt's ketchup but less flavor.  Women making Ragu as a sauce would die homless and loveless and alone in New England.  Ragu is an insult where I'm from as it has negative soul and negative flavor.  Ragu is a punchline like "New Jersey" is.  Teaching kids that Ragu sauce is okay is like teaching kids they're empowered to receive awards for participation who then "OWS" Occupy Wall Street thinking that the guy driving by who earned his entry-level Mercedes is a jerk becuase they also deserve one!  Ragu is a destroyer of souls, and of worlds.  Learn to make a f*cking sauce, please.  And lose some weight while you're at it.  And get a job.

Hyundai badly attempts to promote a shitty car using 1986's Salt n' Peppa's Push It!  I don't know what makes me most angry, the bad gas milage (27 mpg) the "hybrid" produces, the bad overall car in-general (acceleration 0-60 @7.2sec, lateral G: 0.79) or that Cheryl James and Sandra Denton sold-out this song for a few quick bucks the same way Jimmy Page did with the shit-tacular song, Come with Me was for the bottom worst movie of all-time, Godzilla featuring Mathew Brodrick (now married to the Donkey-faced Witch-Queen Sarah Parker).  What bothers me most is that car commercials try to excite the boring too much.  Wrong demographic, Koreans.  Get back to your No-Dong missile.  What-a type-a missile?  A No.. DONG!!!  It-a stearlth tech-a-nol-a-gy.  Herrrro.  Shtop bustin' mah barlz!

America has reached a new low.  Pathetic.