Gateway Grizzlies - Sauget, IL
The main attraction - the Gateway Burger
Yes, that is a bacon cheeseburger with a donut as the bun.
These photos were all taken between Balgavy's first and second bites.
Feeling great after downing such a treat of a meal, Balgavy walked around for a bit. Then he left and made some new friends. Friends who like catsup.
We drove to Collinsville, IL after the game to see the real replica of a catsup bottle that we had seen the smaller replica of the replica at the game. I didn't get very good pictures of it though. Then we went to a terrible bar called Sharky's because Balgavy thought that some of his new friends might be there. They weren't.
On the way to Memphis, we stopped in Sikestown, MO for some throwed rolls
Looking for a target.
What a tourist trap - but a fun stop nonetheless. I mean, how many chances does a person get to drink out of such a ridiculously large cup in their lifetime?
The place opened at 10:30. We got there at 10:45 and it was already pretty crowded but we had no trouble getting in. By 11:45, this was the scene outside of people waiting for some throwed roll action themselves.
After arriving in Memphis, it was soon time to head to Little Rock, AK for that night's game.
On the way, we stopped in Devalls Bluff, AR for Craig's Barbeque and some pies. Hot Tub Eric always knows the best places to go. We placed our order at Craig's and headed across the street to the pie shop.
The pie lady's grandkids? shoot off some bottlerockets.
Pie in hand, we chow down. Balgavy tries mustard and cole slaw for the first time.
Hot Tub Eric's new hero - Frisbee the ballpark organist in Little Rock.
After the game, we headed back to Memphis for Wild Bill's The last time I was there was in January 2003. Amie and Hot Tub Eric took Youthlarge and me there on a busy Saturday night. People were dressed to the nines and there was a whole hell of a lot of dancing.
This time on a Monday night, it wasn't so crowded. Wild Bill wasn't in the best of moods and tried to charge us ten bucks each instead of the usual five. After Hot Tub Eric refused, Bill relented but then said, "Prices got to go up or I'm going to have to close up." Gotta love grumpy 95-year-olds.
We settled in with our 40's and watched some music with the few other people in attendance - the too happy white folks to our right, the drunk guy dancing who was quite angry that no one else was dancing and even got into a little war of words with Wild Bill, and the woman behind us grumbling that there were too many white folks in attendance. During the entire time, Bill counted and recounted his money over and over and over again. Apparently, a few days after we were there, someone tried to rob the place but Bill refused to give up his money. Then the robber was beatdown by customers. Why would you try to rob a place named Wild Bill's?
After Wild Bill's
There is nothing more sadly beautiful than an empty Wiffleball field yearning to be played on.
We ended the evening in Eric's backyard where Balgavy got eaten alive by mosquitoes.
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