So there I was down at the Grand, the pool hall on Airport Boulevard. I always imagined that on the inside it was some sort of old fashioned movie palace, filled with glitzy luxury.
Actually, it looks a lot like a pool hall on the inside.
But there’s this one shining joy on the inside, a vending machine that sells cigarettes and snacks.
Given the choice between the two, I chose the less healthy option. The spicy barbecue flavored pork rinds.
And these were indeed spicy. Normally you buy snack food that calls itself spicy, but it’s actually Midwestern tame (I’m looking at you Cheetos!). These pork rinds were pool-hall hot. They actually made my nose run.
So thank you The Grand. You are keeping the scene hard core.