feed me kc

I hope I’m never slaughtered, roasted, and served in celebration. But if that’s how things play out, I have to insist that my bronzed, apple-stuffed pate sit perched in the middle of the feast, so I can peer around the room and shoot Maraschino cherry daggers at all the long-weekend, wine-guzzling gluttons luxuriating in my [...]

What has 24 legs, one horse head, five courses, and produces enough glass to fill three Ripple bins? If you guessed the inaugural feed me kc beer dinner, you’re right! (If you didn’t, you are really, really, really stupid. I mean, c’mon, it was in the title of this post. The menu is like three [...]