Boston Elites Scoot Boots for the Sh!tkickers Ball!
Yeehaws in Boston are about as rare as the manliest steak temp. That is, until Monday struck. More than 140 Elites watermelon crawled their way through the swingin' doors of Five Horses Tavern in Somerville for a night of rootin', a little tootin' and a whole lotta boot-scootin' for Yelp's Sh!tkickers Ball!
The good folks from Davis Square beer barn, whiskey well and down home "comfort eats" emporium Five Horses Tavern kept Elites and guests stuffed to the gills, as elegance met square dance at this chintzy Western gala. The kitchen kicked up your standard nuts and cheese plate with a series of bleus and gorgonzolas over quince-pasted toast points, and tastes of shichimi togarashi spiced almonds. Beyond the passed course, an entire spread of mashed potatotinis featured jalapeño-cheddar spuds, glassed up all fancy like and topped with, well, everything – to Stephanie L's delight. "Horseradish? Yes! Pork belly bits? OMG Why did I ever put regular bacon on my potatoes?" Couple that starch with oxtail/kielbasa/short rib chili (or a 15 chilies vegan version) and you've got a meal fit for the firepit!
What're ya drinkin, pilgrim? Sixpoint Brewery whet whistles with cans of their rad Righteous Rye and scrumptious Sweet Action, while Four Roses Bourbon powered Old Fashioneds, Rosie Cokes, Luxury Punch, which Danielle F calls "a perfect combination of stiff booze and fruity deliciousness!" But that's not all – we rang the triangle for a fierce banana pudding-eating contest, which yielded the victorious a pair of tickets to Wine Riot! Words from one of the winning duo, Christopher M: "Props to the cheering squad. If you hadn't let me know we were winning, I'd have slowed down." But you didn't, did you? No sir, you did not.
Delightfully gauche Adela and Jude were Cash money, serenading attendees with honky tonk flair, and Tatsu pulled double duty: shooting the crowd and running a Yelpy, Yelpy West step and repeat (on Flickr as well as two albums on Facebook)/ We're lassoing in the five star reviews (didja go? Let us know!) and Talkin' about the party 'til the cows come home. Which they did, I reckon.
Get along, little dogies!