OK Corral

Down the street from us is a decrepit red building that houses the defunct OK Corral BBQ and Amir's TV Repair shop. There is a large sign out front that says, "We've Moved!" and directs patrons to "My House" up the street, so that you can still satisfy your barbeque needs as they arise. I'm not sure what happened to Amir, but his repair shop doesn't seem to be thriving.

We assumed that the building was vacant and that is might go up for sale at some point. Until a few weeks ago, when I saw that the big grill in the front of the OK Corral was actually cooking something. Billows of smoke poured out and the fragrant smell of barbequed meat wafted up as I passed by on my evening walk. I didn't see anyone manning the grill until my return trip back to the condo. There were two guys out front hefting sides of beef off onto a table in front of the building. (A recently sanitized table, I hope?) I nodded at them and they said, "Hey, lady, how you doin'?" I said fine and returned the question. The older guy said, "Shit, girl, I don' even know yet." I've had days like that.

Aaron and I mused over why they would be cooking the meat at the restaurant that was closed and wondered what they did with it. Our question was answered when he saw the guys loading the cooked meat into a truck and driving it up the street, presumably, to My House. Mmmm.

It's a weird set-up, but after Aaron pointed out that if their building got sold and knocked down, the new owners would most likely build a tall condo building, which would block our view of Mt. Rainier. To that, I say, "Anyone want some ribs? I know a barbeque place up the street."