12 Bones

Share

As I drove down Riverside Drive this afternoon, I spotted this sign and had to stop. It adorns the front of the restaurant formerly known as the Kountry Kitchen, in the right-angle bend of the road where all the riverfront artists’ studios are situated. Most recently, the spot was Daisy’s Diner or something, but nobody remembers that.

Anyway, last year’s flooding knocked Daisy out of business. Now the place is coming back to life as a barbecue joint. When I stopped to snap my pic, I also saw a cute young woman (the proprietor, I assume; and I’m sorry I didn’t ask your name. I’m Mr. Vegas; nice to meet you) painting the business awning and asked if I could shoot. She said yes, and gave me some background about the sign.

The provocative placards have gotten some attention, she said. The first sign mentioned something about “sweaty swine.” The next asked, “Slathered, smothered, racked or raw – How do you like your meat?” or something like that, she said. Passersby started stopping and asking if the place was going to be a strip club.

Thus the latest sign.

12 Bones barbecue should be open in about three weeks. We’ll be back to give it a try.

5 Comments

Screwy Hoolie December 6, 2005 - 5:37 am

syntax,

That’s called a puddinnipplia, and we’ve only just finished the quarterfinals in the West Asheville puddinnipplia tourney. There’s a wild card slot available in the semis… interested?

syntax December 5, 2005 - 10:55 pm

screwy: i thought you’d be more into wet t-shirt contests that involved pudding instead of bbq sauce. i know i would…

Screwy Hoolie December 5, 2005 - 7:07 pm

Ash,

Cross-post to BlogAsheville??

I’m a big fan of wet T-shirt contests that use BBQ sauce instead of the more traditional water to moisten the chemise.

syntax December 5, 2005 - 4:31 pm

strip clubs aren’t for breakfast – pshaw!

there was a "gentleman’s club" on k street in dc that was open for brunch on sundays, with an all-you-can-drink do-it-yourself bloody mary bar! oh yeah, nothing like waking up on sunday morning with a huge hangover, hopping on the metro and going to a "gentleman’s club". (they take offense at the term
"titty bar" – it’s uncivilized, un-gentleman-like, see…)

(i drank a lot when i lived in washington… possibly too much…)

Edgy Mama December 5, 2005 - 1:48 am

Nope, strip clubs are not for breakfast. And, of course, the cute young woman told you that you could shoot, Mr. V.

Post Comment