D's has the best wings in town, but I decided to give the baby back ribs a go. They were good, but not on the same level as their namesake delicacy. They have four sauces to choose from, and the ribs typically come with fried corn on the cob, which I had to forego due to my upcoming marathon.
D's is the closest thing to Cheers we have on my side of the river. I used to go there almost weekly when I was in high school. That's really when I got my start in media and whatnot. Not blogging, because the internet wasn't around back then, or at least not around here. No, I was the guy who made the morning announcements and said the pledge each morning at school.
My claim to fame was the announcement I made on a friend's birthday. He was the president of the Beta Club, you know, the assemblage of Fauntleroys who made your class rank so miserable every semester. Anyway, like I said, it was his birthday, and so that morning I said over the PA system, "Happy Birthday to the Beta Club president, the Master Beta, Mike Harmon*."
Master Beta. That went over like a Piggie Park in Mecca. Young Gervais got a good talkin' to that day.
*name changed to protect the true Master Beta.