Happy, I’d say.

After we’d walked to Sammy Malone’s as well as the previous three I’ve mentioned in my last two posts, we jumped in Elisabeth’s car and drove over toward Baldwinsville’s canal lock to the Angry Smokehouse.

I didn’t realize there’s be another barbecue joint in my place in the world to demand my attention.

First off, my dear wife Karen really appreciated the draft beer. She ordered a mango and a blackberry kolsch. Being the designated driver of our car this night, I allowed myself a tasting sip of each.

Approve! I proclaimed to George that I want to return.

We decided this would be our main eating spot.

My shrimp skewers were delicious. Karen’s pulled pork passed her taste test. George seemed to appreciate his sausage, and Elisabeth said her pulled pork was good but Rey Brothers is still her favorite.

None of us completed a line on our bingo cards.

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