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Perry’s Roadside BBQ

10 Jun
First Family of Q on Siesta Key

Perry’s Roadside BBQ (just outside the Old Salty Dog Bar and Grill on Siesta Key).  Just when we thought the local BBQ scene was pretty much non-existent, Mr. Perry showed up and saved the day. You should know by now that we are BBQ nuts of the first order and nothing short of excellence will do. Well, Perry’s has exceeded our expectations and that is just not easy to accomplish. Their chicken (your choice of half or whole) is smoky and delicious, while the ribs are always cooked to crispy perfection. No beef here, folks — and we have no beef with that at all.

Our only issue is price because this is surely not a value pick (a full rack of ribs with no sides can run as high as $23!). I’m guessing they figure the folks vacationing on Siesta Key have plenty of dough and aren’t likely to quibble over a few dollars. FYI – I’m told the prices are a bit more palatable if you sit down and eat inside at the Old Salty Dog. But don’t worry, any sticker shock is quickly overtaken by Perry’s first rate BBQ sauce (go for the “Mild”) and the dense smoke emanating from Mr. Perry’s portable smoker. Breathe deep and let it sweep you away. Paradise just got better — if that’s possible.

Note: Perry’s is only at the Old Salty Dog on Sundays. Wish they could set up every day, but one day a week is definitely a blessing.

No Excuse for Bad English

10 Jun

OK — I am up on my proverbial soapbox again. Hang with me while I get this off my chest. Two phrases gaining momentum nationally are really starting to bug me. One is the saying “My Bad.” This one (used when one is admitting fault or blame for a mishap) has been around for some time now, yet it still bothers the heck out of me. And I am no closer to actually saying it … ever! My bad what? Sorry, I just don’t like it.

The other is the use of the term “scuffling” to describe an athlete who is in a slump. I believe this one was actually started by an un-educated ball player who was probably groping to come up with the word “struggling” in a post-game interview. Next thing you know, every athlete and their Mommas are using this with sickening regularity. Even worse, now some of the bigtime sportcasters are starting to pick it up and a few are actually weaving it into their broadcasts. Talk about the tail wagging the dog! Stop the madness — I beg of you.   

Can you imagine the late Jim McKay ever using such terminology? Man, is he going to be missed!

Rest in peace, Jim McKay. Job well done!  

For those of you still on the fence, here is the true definition of the word:

scuf·fle 1 (skfl)

intr.v. scuf·fled, scuf·fling, scuf·fles
1. To fight or struggle confusedly at close quarters.
2. To shuffle.
n. A rough disorderly struggle at close quarters.”
None of the above really apply to the current use of the term.
Still not convinced? Keep reading …
Jim: “Pele, you were really scuffling out there, dog.”
Pele: “No comprendre, Jeem. What is this “scuffling?”
Jim: “My bad, bro. Struggling … I meant struggling.”
Enough said, people? Good. Case closed.

Welk Egg Cases

10 Jun

Eileen has found a few of these during her frequent walks on Siesta Beach. Welks are spiral-shaped, shelled mollusks found in this part of the world. Hard to believe that such a little creature can spew out such a strange egg case — filled with lots of little baby welk eggs. Some people hang garlic or chili peppers, we happen to hang welk egg cases on our back porch. Don’t worry, they don’t stink up the joint and they look pretty cool … kind of a cross between a Hawaiian lei and honeycomb. Life at the beach continues to be full of little surprises.   

Picture above is an Atlantic Welk — no relation to Lawrence.