It is official, the BBQ gods hate me. If you haven’t read the original “Fiasco” post, you should do that first. For those who have, you’ll know we ALWAYS have issues trying to get BBQ ribs. Nothing runs smoothly. Ever.
We tried to go to Rooster’s BBQ Deli last night. Low-Vee, HotGirlsBrother, and I planned it for a week. We even invited TheDoctor, who layed out a dismal blanket of terrible puns and jokes the whole ride to St. Paul. He’s lucky he’s tall and has street cred, or we totally would be forced to stop hanging out with him. This is why we all hate our friendship with TheDoctor. (Totally kidding. We hang with him because he makes us look good.)
We rolled up to Rooster’s after HotGirlsBrother GPS the most direct (and seemingly convoluted) route from Minneapolis. Oddly, there were no cars anywhere in sight. So I pulled my truck up onto the sidewalk to check the hours. Sure enough, Rooster’s is closed on Mondays. Did we think to check that? No, of course not. Yes, it’s our fault TECHNICALLY, but come on. Really? Monday?
(Insert spinning camera angle from above as we all yell “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!............”)
We ended up going to Lee & Dee’s Bar-B-Que Express instead. Thankfully, we had a good meal there and watched some episodes of Deal or No Deal on the tele. That smoothed out most of our anger.
You’ll get a review of Rooster’s at some point. When I’m less bitter. And we won’t be going there on a Monday, clearly.