Remember on Seinfeld when Kramer had the idea for the place where you make your own pizza? He ended up getting into a big fight with Poppie about what you could put on a pizza and as far as I know, the place never got off the ground. It really wasn’t a great idea. People like to do-it-yourself, but no one wants to leave the house to do that. Or, do they? Here’s a current dilemma in my life. Almost everyone I know lives in an apartment. Granted, I don’t know many people, but the fact remains, not a single person I hang out with on a regular basis has a grill. Or, a yard for that matter. Unlucky. Especially in prime grilling season. So, I’m wondering why there isn’t a B.Y.O.M. (The M stands for meat, but if you didn’t get that, it’s probably time to stop reading this post.)
Now, you might say that your average park has set-ups for grilling. To that, I respond, “That’s not AT ALL what I’m talking about.” Also, that’s charcoal, you’re all at a park and it’s just not what I’m talking about, ok? Here’s what I’m picturing:
If you’ve ever been in some kind of luxury box at a sporting event, that’s the general idea. There’d be some type of general building, maybe a bar or restaurant that could stay open all year round, even when the people weren’t in the mood to grill. But, shooting off of this would be several private “grilling cabins.” I’ve committed to the term Grilling Cabin (patent pending), so deal with it. These private areas would have an indoor/outdoor spread. Inside you’ve got the standard TV, bar area, maybe a kegerator, maybe some have a gaming table of some kind, a poker table (It’s all custom, baby!). Then there’s a little patio/deck portion that houses your gas grilling unit. That’s why you’re there, after all, to char some meat. Shooting off the patio is a little grassy yard, maybe it’s field turf, but it could be set up for bocce, or volleyball, or horseshoes, perhaps it is also bring your own cornhole…you can go any direction you want, bring a pony for all I care.
So, the next time Saturday afternoon rolls around and you want to cook-out and watch the game you rent yourself a grilling cabin. And, even if you do know someone who has a grill, this eliminates all the fuss, all the clean-up, it’s easy-in, easy-out, just like the DMV. To top it all off, if you are really lazy, you don’t even have to have your own food. Maybe you shoot onto the internet and stock your grilling station from the restaurants cooler. If you tend to burn things, maybe you rent a grill maestro to cook your lunch for you while you pretend to be good at horseshoes or pretend to know the rules of bocce. Think of something with no possibilities and then think of the exact opposite. That’s this idea. Grilling Cabins. You saw it here first.
Quiz of the Day: Which Came First. Category: Jimmy Rollins or the Pop-Up. My Score: 17/20.
Random Movie Recommendation: I finally saw True Grit (The New One) the other day. It’s very good. If you can handle some unlucky things happening to a horse or two, it’s a real solid flick, with unexpectedly funny dialog. The Dude’s career just keeps getting more impressive. Also, somewhat related, I see a guy sometimes when I am out for a jog who looks like the Dude mixed with a bird-watcher. Put the Dude in some khaki utility shorts and a pair of hiking boots and it’s separated at birth. I’d love to get his picture, but don’t know how to go about something like that. Probably need an accomplice.
Everyone enjoy the weekend. With any luck, we’ll get back into the 80s. I’ll see you all at the Grilling Cabin.