While she didn't get the chance to lick any football players at last night's Taste of the NFL at the new Omni Hotel, foodbitch was pleasantly surprised by all the energy inside. And that energy inspired her to get poetic.
Because what's Monday without whimsy? Here we go.
Ode to Taste of the NFL A poem by foodbitch
Taste of the NFL was like SPORTS! on a plate. A lot went down at the "Ultimate Cowboys Tailgate."
The big Dallas Omni is our little Vegas strip, And last night it was full up of philanthropists and shit.
A silent auction table helped the rich folks spend their loot. Emerald City played the hits, plus an open bar to boot.
Started with guisado from chef Kent Rathbun. Saw some bleach blondes who spent too long in the sun.
Crispy grilled cheeses with short ribs up in here! Dipped 'em in jus made of Shiner Bock beer.
Ribs, bellies, more ribs and porchetta, oh my. Sports and pork go together like 'supa' and 'fly.'
Big shrimps and little shrimps all on a plate. Jambalaya, Achiote, barbecue, and wait--
It was time for dessert, of which there was a ton. Tarts, lil' Whisky Cakes and fondue for everyone!
Celebrities a plenty, and not without paparazzo, Even Pinkberry was there -- the ideal intermezzo.
There were Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, pom poms a shakin', And fast-talking auctioneers who be money makin'.
The hungry folks in town have all these guests to thank, because proceeds benefitted the North Texas Food Bank.