This morning I wondered if one can retro-actively place something on their "bucket list." If so then the goat penis soup I sampled Saturday would be in there. I'm not sure if it counts, however, if the item isn't something you would put on your "bucket list" pre-consumption.
That said last Saturday night was a night of firsts for the Foster/Moe's. First for me with dinner which granted me the ability to attest to what kangaroo tastes like in addition to the gp soup. I would add venison, wild boar, alligator, and goat to the list although I've had those things before so it doesn't count although taken altogether my dinner was quite the Vietnamese safari of flavors.
Birthday boy Julien (pictured in red) enjoying what I believe might have been his 2nd or 3rd bowl of special birthday soup.
Mr. Plank liked it too. I gotta say, I personally didn't find the goat penis soup all that exciting and I'm not just saying that because there was a lot of goat penis in it. It was pretty bland and not something that would cause me to weigh the ick factor of eating goat dick against the desire for the soup itself. The rest of the meal was great, although kangaroo is something I could probably take or leave. To my palate it was like eating beef that tastes like butter which sounds better than it actually was. Now the wild boar and catfish on the other hand....delicious!
After dinner we stopped by to pick up our friend Janona and I witnessed one of the most beautiful apartments ever! Following that we headed to the Bordello.
The show started out okay. The interior of the place is great and there was a big crowd.
Half-way through the first song of the set Tim walked out into the audience and disappeared. Poof!
And the band played on... nervously.
And on.... and I started getting worried wondering if Tim was sick, or getting beat up or god knows what. Rod started making announcements from the stage inquiring as to his location. Finally, after repeating the same chords over and over waiting for Tim to come back the rest of the guys stopped playing and the words "free Tim" started to mumble through the audience.
Apparently, the old man got thrown out. The long lull was the result of the promoters and a friend pleading with security to let Tim back in. After long negotiations they conceded with the caveat that he not leave the stage again during the rest of the set which he stuck to.... mostly.
Surprisingly, for all The Troublemakers antics, Tim has never been thrown out of a club during the set. I believe they have not been invited back to play certain places but never kicked out and certainly not during the performance. Charming.
Sunday was spent driving back ruing the multiple beers I had the night before whilst marveling at a lovely evening.
In conclusion I invite you to behold what is perhaps the most loathsome calendar in all creation.