G-Man in the House

It’s official. Reliable sources have confirmed that G-Man will be in the house, in the loudhouse, on February 3 for DePaul. The same sources indicate that, in all likelihood, G-Man will make an appearance at Kitty Hoyne’s, before or after the game, maybe both. Plans have not yet been finalized, so the full extent of this appearance cannot yet be disclosed. Keep reading this informative blog for further details.

Now speaking of being in the house, we had both boys in the house for the entire holiday weekend. That meant lots of good eating, including Bolognese, steamed clams and Chorizo sausage, and Mara zinfandel, at Max’s, followed naturally by some whisky and of all things karaoke (who would have imagined that?). Lots of kids showed up, friends of the boys, and a plot to steal our car was foiled at the last moment. The car keys disappeared for the night, only to appear anonymously the next morning on Max’s doorstep. While all this was going on, John and I drank Highland Park and Glenmorangie. The next night, the holiday night, we went to Danny’s loft in the city where we cooked duck breast, tenderloin, and the traditional turkey dinner. Everything was washed down with more red wine, and more malts (John broke into the Talisker 175). On Friday, it was so mild that we had a night in the pit, with a couple of Mike’s boyz, big fat 2-inch strips, more red wine, and more malts, of course. Mike and his boys prefer bourbon, so after finishing the Van Winkle 12, we switched to Red Breast. It may be a malt, but the taste is on the sweet, bourbon end of the spectrum, and it was a big hit. Lastly, Saturday night, we went to Matt and Peggy’s for the Canisius game, where Matt cooked sausage and opened red wine, what else? Afterward, we ended up at the Chophouse, where the Macallan 15 can be found behind the bar, and the Mara zinfandel on the wine list. I couldn’t believe it, but the boys would not go for the 44-ounce porterhouse, preferring instead Max’s strip and filet. I tried to explain that a strip and a filet could both be found in the porterhouse, but I think the 44-ounce size intimidated them. It would have been a great disappointment, had I not already eaten so much food over the previous 72 hours, that I could hardly move as it was. We didn’t get out of the Chophouse until midnight, so the old folks called it a night, while the kids headed into the city for what we used to call a nightcap.

That’s how we roll around here. We’ll do more of it at year’s end when the boys come home after school ends, and more yet when G-Man makes his much awaited appearance for Groundhog’s day.