Of all the nights for Matt to leave his camera at home, I’ve got to regret this very memorable night.

We walked to the bar closest to our hotel which was the chav-iest place you can imagine — America’s Pub. They patted Matt down and then told us there was a cover. When we declined and started to walk away, Matt thanked the doorman for the pat down. The doorman’s sidekick responded with “faggot!” — which is only noteworthy because it is the first time in Matt’s life that he’s been called that.

Anyway, we ended up spotting the Chimay sign outside of Buzzard Beach, and went up for a drink. It’s got a great smoking balcony, great beer selection, and a wonderful relaxed crowd. I got the whole bar to sing Matt happy birthday again, and after, we met Lola, below, who drank and chatted with us for a while …

Here we are with Lola trying to do the KC gang sign … I don’t know how I got so turned around.

Anyway, as it happens, the owner of the bar, Sam, had his birthday the next day, so we all ended up doing shots and hanging out with him and Bill who, we think, was the president of the neighborhood association or something like that. There’s more to the story, you’ll just have to hear it direct from us.

Anyway, if you’re passing through Kansas City, definitely check it out … great place, great people.