Bone Daddy's BBQ Review

Today we had lunch at Bone Daddy's BBQ in Midland before heading to the quaint MBS airport to fly to Philadelphia. The restaurant was pretty highly rated on Trip Advisor and we'd heard good things from my wife's brother, so we figured we'd give it a shot.

The wife ordered the pulled pork sandwich and I got the beef brisket sandwich. Both sandwiches were well under $10 and came with a huge pile of meat and a side dish. My brisket was piled so high that I had to eat 5-6 slabs off the top with a fork before I could fit the sandwich in my mouth. The brisket was fork tender and smothered with some of the best BBQ sauce I've ever tasted. The sauce had a rich smoky flavor and had the perfect amount of spice. I've tried a lot of BBQ in my day, but the beef brisket at Bone Daddy's is by far the best I've ever had. I ordered the onion rings as my side and it came with 7-8 large battered and fried rings. I tried the wife's pork sandwich and it was also very good. I'm not a coleslaw lover, but my wife said the blue cheese coleslaw that topped her sandwich was very good.

The restaurant has a 1940's-1950's fighter pilot theme and has lots of interesting pictures and memorabilia on the walls.

This plaque was above the urinal in the men's room

The service was a little lacking, but we were there around 2:30, so they weren't in the high gear of the lunch rush, so that may have explained it. Our two meals and soft drinks ran us around $20-25 which is amazing for the amount and quality of the food we got. Next time we are/If we're ever in Midland again, we'll stop at Bone Daddy's at least once.

Man Things

There are woman things and there are man things. This post is about man things. Reader discretion is advised.

In my 27 years of being, I have experienced a few difficulties that are uniquely male in nature. I will describe two of them below and offer a possible solution to each.

Problem #1 - Mustache Snot

I currently sport a goatee. In fact, as long as I can get away with it (wife and institution of higher learning permitting), I always sport a goatee. It's because I have a double chin and this way I can hide one of them under thick brownish-reddish hair. One problem I have often encountered (especially in the winter), is that when I go to blow my nose, the hair above my upper lip is covered in snot. That's disgusting. Then I have to comb through my mustache hair with tissues in order to de-snot. Usually I then end up with small pieces of tissue all up in my face hair. It's unacceptable.

Solution #1 - Mustache Snot Guard

Let me start off by saying that my grandfather owned a shoe store, so I have an inordinate number of shoe horns around my apartment. Today I was combing my hair in front of the mirror when I felt a huge sneeze coming on. I was nowhere near paper towel, tissue, or toilet paper, so I did what any red-blooded, American, mustached man would do. I grabbed the object closest at hand, a shoe horn, and, holding the wide tapered part against my face, blew snot all over the mirror and sink. When I pulled the shoe horn from my face, I realized to my amazement, that my facial hair hair was completely clean. My mustache was not soaked with gooey nasal fluid. I got off "snot-free!" I just gave the plastic shoe horn a quick rinse, and we were as good as new. (Left the mirror and sink for the wife).

So again, the way this works, is that when you feel a sneeze coming on, you grab your trusty shoe horn and with the ring side down, place the tapered end (opposite the circular ring) against your upper lip, covering your mustache. The contoured end of the shoe horn should almost perfectly mimic the contour of your face. You can then put your thumb through the circular ring, in order to get a good grip. Then let 'er rip! With the other hand, you can hold a tissue (or if you're like me, a paper towel, because you inevitably blow gaping holes in all tissues), so that the snot is contained to the shoe horn and paper. The shoe horn also doubles as a key ring! Never leave home without it!

Problem #2 - Multi-Directional Urination

Now I've already warned you that this post is about man things, so if you are female and still reading this, you may want to take this opportunity to visit a website more aligned with your interests.

Guys - I'm sure you've experienced this - or at least I hope you have, because being the only one afflicted in this manner would be awkward. You know when you have to go #1 and once you've dutifully raised the seat, you begin to relieve yourself only to find that where one stream of urine should be, instead exists a tangled web of pee lines? Inevitably one of those lines will be hitting the floor, or the garbage, or the bottom of the toilet lid, spraying back at you. Then it's a frantic rush to figure out the positioning that will somehow get these three or four different vectors to somehow converge in that basin of water. It's usually an effort made in vain. If I can get two or three streams in the basin, and one in the garbage, I call that victory. There's a bag in it, right?

Solution #2.a - Always Urinate Outdoors

I am a huge proponent of outdoor urination. If I'm outside, and I have to go, and there's grass, or a tree, or a bush... Why not? Assuming I'm not running a marathon, or participating in a parade, usually I'm able to find a little privacy in which to do my business. Then if you're afflicted with splitting streams, who cares? If you're peeing in the snow, split streams can be a cool way to alter the font of your yellow calligraphy. Of course my wife hates the fact that I pee outdoors, but I think she's just jealous.

Solution #2.b - Urinals

Urinals come in handy with the split stream, because you don't need great aim - just hit the curved wall. This is just another reason that every bathroom should have a urinal. Though residential urinals are rare, I predict that they will grow in popularity in the future. Until then, I'll either take my chances aiming my diverging emissions at the toilet basin/garbage, go outside, or use my bathroom's makeshift urinal...

My wife calls it the shower.