This week's Pethouse Pet has a lot to say about Jimmy Buffett's new musical, favorite subs, a Home Run deli sandwich, National Chicken Fried Steak Day, and what an idiot Bill O'Reilly is.
Name: Sammy, as in Davis Jr., Hagar, Sosa and noted stoolie “The Bull” Gravano.
Birthdate: April 2, 2016.
Ethnicity: I’m a Standard Dachshund, meaning a little bigger (I say better) than a regular-sized wiener dog. I’m a friendly pooch, all fixed, checked-out, groomed and good to go home.
Come and get me: I'm available for adoption at 11 am Friday at Citizens for Animal Protection (17555 Katy Freeway; 281-497-0591). Tell them, "Ken sent me."
Sammy’s just sayin’
There are only two words to describe the Houston Astros' thrilling victory in Game 2 of the World Series - Dilly Dilly!!!
Tickets for all eight performances still are available for Jimmy Buffett’s musical, Escape to Margaritaville, October 31 to November 5 at the Hobby Center. Tickets are $35 and up, at thehobbycenter.org. Buffett’s play is headed to the Marquis Theatre on Broadway. Previews start February 16, 2018, with the official opening on March 15. Let’s hope Buffett has better luck on March 15 than Julius Caesar did. I never understood the difference between previews and opening night on Broadway.
Darren McGrady, former personal chef to Queen Elizabeth II and Princess Diana, has a new cookbook in stores, The Royal Chef at Home: Easy Seasonal Entertaining." McGrady’s first book, Eating Royally: Recipes and Remembrances from a Palace Kitchen is in its sixth printing. Big deal, my book, You Want Fries with That? had 10 printings (the first nine were smudged).
According to Jersey Mike’s poll of 52,000 hungry Americans, 98 percent of us eat at least one sandwich a week. Forty percent of us eat three or more sammies. And our sandwich of choice is a sub … just like they sell at Jersey Mike’s. My favorite sub there is the No. 6 with roast beef and provolone. I’m a Jersey Mike’s guy because they slice meat fresh after you order the sandwich. The meat doesn’t lie around, pre-sliced, ugly and dry, like a famous sub joint.
Speaking of sandwiches, Kenny & Ziggy’s New York Delicatessen (two locations in Houston) has a new sandwich honoring our World Series Astros. It’s called Home Run, and it’s a 4-bagger, with roast beef, pastrami, corned beef and turkey breast, topped with slaw, Russian dressing and provolone on rye bread. It’s $21.95. I’d go with sweet potato fries on the side.
National Chicken Fried Steak Day
Today (October 26) is National Chicken Fried Steak Day, and to celebrate Church’s has a chi-fry special on Monday (huh?): It’s a slab of chicken-fried with two sides and a honey butter biscuit for $5.
I can’t get enough of disgraced sexual harasser Bill O’Reilly, and yet I want him to shut up and go away. After it was revealed he paid $32 million to an accuser for her silence, and bought off several other women, Bill O’ now says he’s “mad at God” for putting him and his children through all this embarrassment, especially since he “did nothing wrong.” What an idiot.
You know what gets stupider every time I hear it? It’s when somebody on TV or radio isn’t allowed to say “World Series” or “Super Bowl,” so they dance around it with “final series of the year” or “the important game coming up Sunday.” It sounds so silly. Makes Major League Baseball and the NFL look like cheapskate Scrooges. Companies shouldn’t be allowed to copywrite or trademark slices of Americana. Pretty soon, you’ll hear “Halloween, brought to you by Snickers Candy Bars” and “Butterball Thanksgiving.”