Château Stealth? Not by a longshôt.
In the summer some folks in the Grove go over to their neighbour's house to enjoy a barbecue.
At Château Nîce, well.... well, we wait til the cover of midnight, and we gather our nerve. We drive south to a house at Rusholme and Dundas and we see a barbecue sitting in front, all alone, offered up to wolves and garbagemen. This is Our Moment. The plan is: snatch the barbecue, stash it in the trunk of Flavio's Nissan, and skedaddle.
Several minutes of hefting and confusion reveal an unexpected fact, however: the barbecue will simply not fit in the car.
Enter a rather sorry Plan B, ie walk the puppy home. Ming and Voula push the rickety beast all the way from Rusholme and Dundas, waking up the neighbours with much obstreperous metallic clanging. Flavio meets them north of College and escorts the pilfered 'cue - banging and rambling - back to the house. A mere five metres from home and fumbling in the dark for his keys, Flavio triggers his spastic car alarm. Clang & bang X 100. Voula bursts out laughing: Château Stealth indeed.
Barely a scratch on her. Many grill-themed parties to come!
At Château Nîce, well.... well, we wait til the cover of midnight, and we gather our nerve. We drive south to a house at Rusholme and Dundas and we see a barbecue sitting in front, all alone, offered up to wolves and garbagemen. This is Our Moment. The plan is: snatch the barbecue, stash it in the trunk of Flavio's Nissan, and skedaddle.
Several minutes of hefting and confusion reveal an unexpected fact, however: the barbecue will simply not fit in the car.
Enter a rather sorry Plan B, ie walk the puppy home. Ming and Voula push the rickety beast all the way from Rusholme and Dundas, waking up the neighbours with much obstreperous metallic clanging. Flavio meets them north of College and escorts the pilfered 'cue - banging and rambling - back to the house. A mere five metres from home and fumbling in the dark for his keys, Flavio triggers his spastic car alarm. Clang & bang X 100. Voula bursts out laughing: Château Stealth indeed.
Barely a scratch on her. Many grill-themed parties to come!
posted by Monsieur Bonhomme at 2:49 PM
9 Comments:
Yipyipyipyipyippeeeee!
It looked a lot less...mangled that night.
Heyyyy... that's the same bbq grill my mom has! It's pretty good. Just careful you don't light your eyebrows on fire. :)
Hey! Maybe we could simulate Kenya, find a butcher that sells goat and have some roasted goat in honour of Kathryn!
Do you think epicurious has a roasted goat recipe?
"barely a scratch on her" - hilarious.
A couple of summers ago, I saw a guy biking across Queen Street, cigarette in his mouth, one hand on the handle-bar, one hand stretched behind him, pulling a bbq. Possibly even the same bbq, judging from the pic!
You don't need epicurious. All you need is a greek person worth his/her salt.
nonsense voula - you mean a lot more to us than salt... no offense to salt of course
agreed. and i don't even like salt that much.
a salt and battery - fitting pun for this bbq.
heeeey, you can't use recycled puns here!
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