Last Saturday (02/03) my wife and I agreed to bring in some Chinese for dinner. I had to run some errands, which landed me in Willie B’s part of town. So I got to thinkin’, BBQ instead on Chinese. So I asked my 5-year-old daughter who was with me, “Zoe, do you want Chinese for dinner, or BBQ”? Thankfully she replied with the correct answer “BBQ”. Next step; check with the boss. I call my wife up with the change of plans and she gave the ok.
I head over to Willie’s and the place is packed. Now I’ve never been there for the dinner rush, always Sunday afternoon, or late in the evening. Inside I spy a little girl running around with out a coat on and right way I figure it’s Willie’s little one which it was, and Mrs. B helping out behind the counter. We go inside and I place my order and of course the 2 girls hit it off immediately.
I head into the kitchen to show my daughter what’s going on, and to say hi to Will. All I can say is, I’ve never seen Willie move so fast. It was like watching a Whirling Dervish, pure poetry in motion, nothing but grace under pressure. I was extremely impressed. The conversation was brief because Willie was busy and I didn’t want to distract him, and my daughter and Willie’s were busy in the office with coloring books.
Needless to say the food was awesome, I got a rack and a half, a chicken, and five sides. Everyone loved it. I’m glad we didn’t get the Chinese.