ELV has no idea what these people are doing. Even less what they’re doing on the walls of a steakhouse. But they sure seem to be enjoying themselves! Perhaps they’re just as ecstatic as ELV over the cheese selection here.
What this gal is doing pointing a machine gun at us outside the Men’s Room is also puzzling….
….but it sure makes us think twice before mishandling Mr. Happy.*
We at ELV get tired of seeing all those “Best Of….” banners all over town — especially when nothing could be further from the truth.
Such is the case with T.C.’s Rib Crib — a friendly, modest little joint on West Desert Inn that has perfectly passable ‘cue, but that’s not even in the same league as Memphis Championship Barbecue.
Of course barbecue, we’re fond of saying, is like sex — the worst we’ve ever had was still pretty good.
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