Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Bloodhound Steer Party - July 28, 2009

Last night, as part of the now monthly Bloodhound/4505/Fatted Calf meat party series, I was again rocking the corn dog station. This time though, I was presented with a massive load of 20lbs of 4505 Hotdogs on sticks and it took me all night to fry them all off. The crowd for the most part was pretty good, albeit a little douchey at times. For that, I blame the few people who have to fuck it up for all the other generally nice and calm people. The worst was this one guy who was annoyingly vicious. Here's a little note for him.

To the douchebag in glasses:
Please do not yell at the cook who is trying to get a bite for 10 seconds all while continuously pumping out food for the last 4 hours for a rabid crowd. This is not acceptable behavior anywhere. I dare you to do that at a restaurant when a cook is trying to taste the food going out. Not only would you get kicked out, you might get your ass kicked in too. The latter of which, I was pretty willing to do, considering I was already conveniently "outside" and in an alley way. I'm not sure there are little girls who bitched and moaned like this guy. Ass.

To others:
The food is served INSIDE and when it is served, it is fair to grab one or maybe even two pieces of the items. We can't serve it outside because that would cause more people to hover over us endlessly and then it would become an illegal block party. Also, stop screwing your own people over by robbing the trays blind before they get anywhere. There is a lot of food coming over 4 hours of time, don't worry, you'll get to it. It's the meat, it makes people do stupid things. I can attest to that.

Onto a brighter note, the self proclaimed "swinewhores" group obviously made their presence felt - one of them was sporting spikey shiny blue heels that I think I remembered seeing in a Robert Palmer video. She also wore a short skirt. I have no personal judgements on attire as it really has nothing to do with me. Did I appreciate the nice distraction? Yes. Was I looking at her face the whole time? Probably not. Did I hear some gals say that it wasn't so awesome? Yes. Do I really care? Probably not. Nowadays, until you wear lace lingerie and start slapping another girl's ass, I'm relatively laid back about it. Anyways, I would just like people to know that just because I was frying corndogs, I'm pretty sure that doesn't make me blind or gay. I'm honest and relatively non-judgemental. I'm a good man whose perfectly okay with hating people for who they are.

Here's a little shoutout to the familiar faces of the party staff: Angie, Jess, Ryan, Taylor, Bailey, Carlo, Taylor and Josh (who's girlfriend Sarah was playing super-tray-server sidekick for some of the night). Visavis, many people said Josh's buttery buns were fantastic. I agree.

Onto the pics:

Grilling action

At the breakdown table

Mound of peaches, basil and pancetta

Big meat

"Heels, high heels" says Patrick Batemen

Buttery buns baby.

Frying action, blop blop blop

Meat on stick = good

Many meats on sticks = awesome

Big boner.


  1. And you did an awesome job at the corndog station, I must say!

  2. Cool!! I even having hungry after watching that!!! cool

  3. Ha, it's nice! I mean the way you prepared a sausagges/ will try it