Bill Grillz

Many many months ago I wrote a rambling entry about Bear Grylls and Bo Gritz. (It had to do with my failing memory cells and how I kept confusing the two.) Well I'd like to add a third two-syllable superhero to this list, one who stands head and shoulders above his predecessors... Bill Grillz, my bro-in-law.

My budget is miniscule so I don't buy/eat meat/fish very often. As a matter of fact, nine times out of ten, it's my brother-in-law who provides the goods to satisfy my flesh-craving pallate. He invites me over for awe-inspiring barbeque delights like ribs, shrimp and brisket. Like a long-suffering modern day saint, he patiently tolerates my orgasmic moanings when I bite into one of his incredibly grillicious creations. He even drives me hundreds of miles to The Owl Cafe for the best green chile cheesburger on the planet.

I don't know how he does it but he's a virtuoso with a pair of tongs. His "rubs" and "mops" are to die for.

Let's hear it for Bill Grillz, my urban superhero. Thanks, Uncle Grill!