Last Friday, the big guy, some friends and I decided to attend the Brooklyn Mac & Cheese Cookout and Hootenanny. Okay, the hootenanny part sounded pretty lame, but how could you go wrong with mac & cheese, beer and bourbon? Debra and I were especially excited and bought our tickets in advance ($25 each, plus a seven-freaking-dollar "processing fee"), because we were stoopidly worried it would sell out. I talked my friend Rose and her girlfriend into going too, because that's the kind of friend I am.
So we get to The Yard—a very cool park-type venue on the Gowanus—and within ten seconds of arrival are extremely pissed off. . . Why? Because the beer and bourbon weren't included in our $32 dollar cover charge. We're giant suckers because we each just paid $32 for a crappy paper plate of lackluster mac & cheese (mine's way better), a pile of foul-tasting greens and a slice of apple pie with a whole-wheat crust. Seriously, the pie was so dry and tasteless—it was not unlike trying to down a slice of apple-coated sand. The beer we'd been promised turned out to cost $6 a glass, which was a bargain compared to the $8 bourbon! We would've been better off going to Dumont and sitting in the garden there. At least there, we would've had people serving us and it probably would've been cheaper.
We were all so grouchy by the time we left and—even worse—not even close to either full or tipsy.
I was hesitant to even write this, because the woman who owns Saxelby Cheese seems to be a very nice person, but I've been to three of her events now and each one was a bigger disappointment/waste of hard-earned cash than the last. I appreciate what she's trying to do, but good intentions aren't going to get mama drunk.