Just learned that Sodo’s Gastropod, one of my favorite places to eat food and drink beer, is closing in about a month.
Let us get together and run over there for a drink then!
Why in the hell would we want to do a fool thing like that, you may ask.
Because it’s there, goddammit.
And because they have delicious, nay FUCKING delicious, food like roasted shoshito peppers and peanut butter and jelly (yes, peanut butter and fucking jelly) and chili butter and craft brews inspired by malt liquor and margaritas and chocolate covered dried fruit. And geoducks and snails. Sound pretentious? Fuck no, it’s fucking good is what it is. Am I a fucking hipster? Fuck you man. I’m from Podunk MS and I don’t give a shit. I’m a urban hog* and I like it. Seriously, peanut butter and fucking jelly never tasted so damn good. I mean, the peppers were good enough on their own. Add a little pb&j? And some chili butter? Holy shit man. Makes me wanta fight somebody just for the chance to taste some more. Makes me wanta go wake up my wife just so I can give her a high five. Fucking a man. It’s that good.
And why in the hell run there? When there are countless other modes that are perhaps less strenuous and sweat-inducing? Cause it’s what we were born to do man, just like the good book says. Run around till you see a beer and chase it until it fills your belly with calories and goodness. Something like that. It made our brains grow and our senses develop and the next thing you know there was cities and dynamite and milking cows and and horses with shoes and cowboys and indians and crossbows. And then cars and coke and Richard Simmons and facebook and google glass. Come on folks, let’s get our noses out of our phones and get back to our roots. Let’s run down a beer. Or six. I know I’m gonna.
First it’s off to Montana where I’m gonna go run around the mountains a bit. But when I get back, I’m going on a six pack fun run. Hitting up 6 breweries on the run, finishing with Gastropod. Hopefully I’ll have some company, if not on foot then at the bar.
For now though, I’m gonna go have a few spoonfuls of cookie dough and go to bed.
*or, as my brother likes to say, a human vacuum cleaner.