After starting the new year by riding an a parade float and watching the giant moon pie drop in Mobile (video to come), we drove through the pouring rains to return to Birmingham and a house full of Christmas decorations needing to be put away. But instead of doing all that, we've spent the weekend with a delightful house guest from across the pond, Robert.
Robert has put up with my silly questions about his homeland of Wales, of which all I can remember is hurdling toward the countryside on a train watching a young girl shove her face full of Kit Kats. Turns out that Wales has much more to offer than that and Tom Jones. It also has lots of karaoke and The Porthcawl Elvis Festival in his hometown. Sweet.
We dug out our kettle for Robert, who brought his own tea from home (along with a nice bottle of whiskey and his guitar -- my kind of houseguest!)
Today we took him up to Vulcan, during which time a cup of tea would have been lovely because it was FREEZING.
Then for ribs at Jim N Nicks, the latter of which blew his mind. Yee, I love showing people Birmingham and indoctrinating them into the ways of Southern food.
He just asked, "What are grits?" So glad he's going to be in the South for an entire year.
Tomorrow he heads to Tuscaloosa to start his postdoc with Shane, but he'll be back. Tell us what you think he should do and we'll pass it along ...