While I am not a Zombie, per se (though I have on occasion been mistaken for a corpse), it is my intention to
get on down to BP for tha ZC this August. The stars are lining up, and my business manager likes the idea. So, I would like to offer an alternative to our more southerly brethren and sistren in the spirit of decorum and civility.
To wit: As
they are the hosts for this initial Zombie Classic, I say we Northern Barbarians accept
their gracious hospitality and vittles for the event. Frankly, I'd could stand a little L.A. cuisine for a change. I'm sure they could find a way to have the Harbo of the Southland, aka Wolfgang Puck, or some other suitable chef come out for the day to serve us. As their guests, we would be delighted to sample the fare, and in return, when Zombie Classic 2 is held up here, we can let them get their Q on the way
we like to do it... Harbo-style.
Harley, generous and loveable old crank that he is, thinks nothing of loading up the team bus with the equivalent of a restaurant and hauling it 600 miles to feed total strangers. That's just the kind of guy he is. I just think he should save it. Otherwise, the SoCal guys are gonna have to come up here and feed US when they visit, which seems like a bit much.
Note to Harley: if your Que-ing' all day, you're not racing, ya big lug.Plus, I wouldn't want them to think HarleyQue gives us some kind of special powers, or something. Even though it does.
You guys

can keep your brains (frankly I've never cared for them). I, for one, am perfectly content to feast on the bouillabaisse, rack of lamb, creme brulle, and pork rinds Mr. De Lespinay will provide.