A good friend, Gene Porter, died in Seattle this week. If you've been to Dixie's Bar-b-que in Bellevue, WA (underneath 520), then you've met Gene. He met nearly every customer in his garage-turned-restaurant and encouraged us to "meet the man!" The man, of course, was his homemade bar-b-que sauce which was so hot that it rendered your taste-buds nearly incapacitated. I can deal with pretty hot food, and just a toothpick taste was painful.
Just a few months ago, I talked to him in his wheel chair, sitting in the back of the restaurant. Such contrast from the vibrant, loud, in-you-face restaurateur we all willingly paid to torture us.
Goodbye Gene. We'll miss you.
"Yeah baby!"
Rrrrrrrats, I put off taking my family there too long... (We no longer live up there, but have visited a couple of times.) Gene was a hoot! Love that guy!
ReplyDeleteWhen you "meet the man" you don't just do a toothpick, though -- go for a double scoop! Once your pain reaches a certain point it can't get any worse, so since you're already past the point of blindness you might as well impress your friends! :-)
That's sad news. I was a missionary in Seattle and got to "meet the man." He usually approached the missionaries with his little pot of hot sauce and asked, "You a deacon or a preacher?!" Great hot sauce and great Bar-b-que.
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