Day 5. Baked at the Royal game, & baked Italian

Alas, if you are still with us, we are running short of days.

Today was hot in Kansas City, I don’t care what the guy on Tv said.  If you wonder, it was 103 on John’s truck when we got in it for dinner.  You can’t make this stuff up.

Unbelievably (ar ar) none of us wanted breakfast.  We were all still trying to digest more meat than the local stockyards used to butcher.

After John & I taped the podcast, which came out well despite being taped in the women’s room in the conference center in the hotel here, we putzed around (for you Midwesterners, I think the equivalent term is juned) till we left for the ballgame.

K had already found a webpage (the glory of the internet) that indicated we weren’t NOT in the shade.  In fairness, there weren’t many seats in the shade at 1 PM.

The good news is the tickets I bought were great seats, like 5 rows, if that from the field, and had a parking pass that put us 2 rows from the street that you crossed to go into the gate.

One notable thing here: we had A LOT, like a brontosaurus worth, of barbecue last night.  And Kaufman Stadium, home of the Royals, has a lot of barbecue places.  Like bbq burgers.  BBQ brisket.  Hell, they had bbq brisket nachos in a helmet!     here’s John’s edition.

I almost gagged at the thought of more bbq.

Review:  Kaufman Stadium is nice enough.  The waterfall in center field is spectacular.  And the food seemed good.  Sheboygan sausages, bbq, a taco stand…

And I doubt there’s a bad seat in the house.  Here’s pic from our seats.

 But of the three places we’ve just been to, we decided it was third.  Not a bad third, but still.  I’d go back, but it’s not like it was a destination venue.

After not winning the 50/50 (we both played), we returned to the hotel to chill, literally, nap (also literally it turned out) then get ready for dinner.

K found a highly rated Italian place.  Those of you who have read this column before know I don’t like Italian.  But Lanissa did, so I was willing to sacrifice for her.  One review said they heard frank Sinatra sing there…many quips about how many years ago that was…

We drove John’s F150 to the restaurant.  Just riding it felt like compensating for something, if you know what I mean.

We looked at the menu, and Phil said he’d take care of us.  He did.

We started with the cheese ravioli in truffle oil appetizer.  It disappeared before I could get a pic.  Yes, yum…K and John used the excellent bread to sop up the remaining oil.  That good.

We ordered.  I had decided on the the three pasta house specialty.  It said ravioli, mocccacilli, and angel hair with your choice of sausage or meatball.  When I placed my order Phil said “you know that is a lot of food…more than the famous 72 oz steak in Amarillo…the biggest plate of pasta you’ve ever seen.  It’s 7 pounds of pasta!”  I said bring it on…half not believing him, half not caring.

Here it is.

That’s Lanisa’s  fist to show how big the meatball was.

Then Phil gave me this.

That’s kinda mean.  But necessary.  & shows I am not the first one to have this issue.  Splatter.

Here’s K’s meal, one version of their rolled, chicken special.

And K wanted their lemon cake.  It was nice and lemony and light.  I had ONE bite.

Phil packed it for us.

Lanisa decided we should take it to some homeless people.   We found you can’t really just google homeless people and find them.  Did you know that?

So, we came across a guy on a skateboard, pushing a shopping cart full of stuff down the street.

I’m not making this up (I am beginning to feel like Dave Barry).

I was driving (you know, to help compensate) and pulled up next to him, Lanisa rolled down the window and she asked if he wanted a hot meal.  He told her to fuck off and was she fucking crazy and go give it to someone who really needs it.

Ouch.

We found a policeman and he laughed when Lanisa said we couldn’t find anyone (hey, we’re from out of town) and she told him she got cussed at and he rolled his eyes.  But he took it.

And,  with that good deed, we ended our day.

Tomorrow John and Nis head out early, and we are doing things in KC, before a 330 flight home.  It’s been fun.  Oh, yeah…there’ll be a small surprise among tomorrow’s blog insights.