Classic American West Coast Boxing

[kikibalt]

For all you tamale eating guys, the best tamales in SoCal,
I had a doctor appointment in L.A. today and on the way back
I stopped at Juanito's and picked me up a dozen, and order 4
dozens for the holidays, check'em out below.

[dagosd2000]

For all you tamale eating guys, the best tamales in SoCal,
I had a doctor appointment in L.A. today and on the way back
I stopped at Juanito's and picked me up a dozen, and order 4
dozens for the holidays, check'em out below.

Great. Frank can't make it to the banquet because his diabetes has slowed him down,so he goes to the doctor and then stuffs himself with tamales.

I went to the doc a while back and he told me that my blood pressure was too high so I went to the Boom Boom Club and snorted coke in the back room with Johnny Hot Nuts.

[kikibalt]

Nobody told me tamales were bad for diabetes....

[dagosd2000]

Nobody told me tamales were bad for diabetes....

They are,but who gives a shit. My brother in law has had disbetes for 20 years. He gets up at 3 in the morning ,makes his tamales,gets on his scooter and then goes into town to sell them. Then he comes home,starts smoking cigarettes,drinking beer,blasts into the cantinas dancing with all the girls for hours on end,guzzling tequila,smoking cigars,and if he has any money left gets throwed and blowed.I think happiness is a good way to thwart diabetes.

[kikibalt]

Frank, during our various discussions over a bottle of suds over the HOF weekend the topic came up of menudo con pata and the photo you guys posted of what it looks like. As a couple of out of town potato-pickers from the midwest, Brian and I just sort of looked at each other and you could hear our stomachs rolling. To the uneducated palate, all we thought was, "whoooa!" Rick, however, did tell us it was pretty good dealing with the effects of the bottles of suds, but I'll take his word for it.

Scartissue

Dan, its true what Rick said about manudo been good for a hang-over, you don't have take his word for it, JUST TRY IT.
Back in the 50's and 60's, after a nite on the town, we used to go to "Vickey's" for after hours manudo, some of the L.A. fighters used to be there eating manudo at 3-4 in the morning.

[dagosd2000]

You Chicago Irish Hooligans don't know nothin' about beating a hang over after a night of drinkin' and whorin' around.We Italians eat Menudo too,but we call it Tripe. Nothing like cow stomach in tomato sauce. Add some hominy,oregano,onion,and a squeeze of lemon. Splash some hot sauce in there and now you can start acting like a degenerate again. Hide the women and children I've had my cow stomach.

[dagosd2000]

Frank, during our various discussions over a bottle of suds over the HOF weekend the topic came up of menudo con pata and the photo you guys posted of what it looks like. As a couple of out of town potato-pickers from the midwest, Brian and I just sort of looked at each other and you could hear our stomachs rolling. To the uneducated palate, all we thought was, "whoooa!" Rick, however, did tell us it was pretty good dealing with the effects of the bottles of suds, but I'll take his word for it.

Scartissue

Dan, its true what Rick said about manudo been good for a hang-over, you don't have take his word for it, JUST TRY IT.
Back in the 50's and 60's, after a nite on the town, we used to go to "Vickey's" for after hours manudo, some of the L.A. fighters used to be there eating manudo at 3-4 in the morning.

Hey Frank
We had a similar spot here in San Diego called" Rosey's". After a night on the town,Denny Moyer,Ronnie Wilson,Doyle Millsapp,Pat Vetere,and me would work off the "crudos" by going to "Rosey's ". While they were eating menudo,I was eating Rosey. Worked just as good, and Rosey looked better than a bowl of cow stomach in tomato sauce.

[Randyman]

It was reported today that boxing referee Toby Gibson died either this morning or last night, as a result of suicide. Gibson was a competent and successful referee. It's hard to imagine what demons drove him to this. R.I.P. Tony

[Randyman]

For all you tamale eating guys, the best tamales in SoCal,
I had a doctor appointment in L.A. today and on the way back
I stopped at Juanito's and picked me up a dozen, and order 4
dozens for the holidays, check'em out below.

They look just the way I like'em. The red sauce is nice and thick with plenty of meat and soft masa. I'm a sucker for a good tamale. We used to get our tamales at Mary's on Whittier Bl near Norwalk Bl in Whittier. They closed about five years ago and I have been in a funk ever since. I'm going to try Juanito's. A good tamale is worth the drive.

[Randyman]

Frank, during our various discussions over a bottle of suds over the HOF weekend the topic came up of menudo con pata and the photo you guys posted of what it looks like. As a couple of out of town potato-pickers from the midwest, Brian and I just sort of looked at each other and you could hear our stomachs rolling. To the uneducated palate, all we thought was, "whoooa!" Rick, however, did tell us it was pretty good dealing with the effects of the bottles of suds, but I'll take his word for it.

Scartissue

Dan, its true what Rick said about manudo been good for a hang-over, you don't have take his word for it, JUST TRY IT.
Back in the 50's and 60's, after a nite on the town, we used to go to "Vickey's" for after hours manudo, some of the L.A. fighters used to be there eating manudo at 3-4 in the morning.

It's true. Menudo is a magical cure for a hangover. I have had enough hangovers in my days to swear on this. It was the same with my father. Not only does it get rid of the hangover but it is a restorative, kinda like Popeye and spinach. Rick grew up with Chicanos so he developed a taste early on. I'm afraid it's too late in the game for Brian and Dan.

[Randyman]

Frank, I just showed the photos of the tamales to Jeri, she agrees. We're getting some!!

[dagosd2000]

For all you tamale eating guys, the best tamales in SoCal,
I had a doctor appointment in L.A. today and on the way back
I stopped at Juanito's and picked me up a dozen, and order 4
dozens for the holidays, check'em out below.

They look just the way I like'em. The red sauce is nice and thick with plenty of meat and soft masa. I'm a sucker for a good tamale. We used to get our tamales at Mary's on Whittier Bl near Norwalk Bl in Whittier. They closed about five years ago and I have been in a funk ever since. I'm going to try Juanito's. A good tamale is worth the drive.

Randy
You've made a point. Now who would drive all the way to a place for a carrott and brocolli salad with no dressing? A big glass of lemon juice(no sugar),and for desert, a plain yogurt. If it tastes good ,it must be bad for you. And if it tastes shitty,who cares if it's healthy?

Someone told my wife once that cooking carnitas in "manteca" was bad for your health. My wife looked at the guy.
"Then no taste good. No tiene sabor(flavor)."
Man,was this dude out in left field.

[Randyman]

For all you tamale eating guys, the best tamales in SoCal,
I had a doctor appointment in L.A. today and on the way back
I stopped at Juanito's and picked me up a dozen, and order 4
dozens for the holidays, check'em out below.

They look just the way I like'em. The red sauce is nice and thick with plenty of meat and soft masa. I'm a sucker for a good tamale. We used to get our tamales at Mary's on Whittier Bl near Norwalk Bl in Whittier. They closed about five years ago and I have been in a funk ever since. I'm going to try Juanito's. A good tamale is worth the drive.

Randy
You've made a point. Now who would drive all the way to a place for a carrott and brocolli salad with no dressing? A big glass of lemon juice(no sugar),and for desert, a plain yogurt. If it tastes good ,it must be bad for you. And if it tastes shitty,who cares if it's healthy?

Someone told my wife once that cooking carnitas in "manteca" was bad for your health. My wife looked at the guy.
"Then no taste good. No tiene sabor(flavor)."
Man,was this dude out in left field.

Good health is overrated!

[kikibalt]

Frank, I just showed the photos of the tamales to Jeri, she agrees. We're getting some!!

Randy, you won't be sorry, word to the wise, go as soon as you can, because they get real busy for the holidays and sometime in December its hard to just walk in and buy some because they're filling orders for the holiday, btw they're $18 + taxs a dozen, another thing, its just a hole in the wall, two little tables, as its just a take-out joint

[dagosd2000]

The Harder They Fall: Sunset's Boxing Journal


By Sunset Thomas

Remember the movie, Harvey? Jimmy Stewart played a nutty sort who had an imaginary friend named Harvey. The catch was, Harvey was a six-foot bunny rabbit! Well, I’ve got an imaginary friend too. Only mine is for real. That is he was a real person…

Anyways, my companion (he goes to all the fights with me) is Frankie Gambino. Frankie was a middleweight. Frankie had one fight—in 1943. He fought Norman Miller in Ocean Park, California. Miller had won three in a row—his first three—and then he faced my buddy Frankie Gambino and Frankie took him on points in four rounds!

Frankie first approached me in Reno, Nevada. He sort of snuck up while I was walking out with the birthday cake for Sam Peter—a top ranked Heavyweight.

Sam had knocked out Taurus Sykes in the second round on July 2nd, 2005, at the Reno Events Center (the Center’s first boxing match and a Showtime production).

Sam had returned to Reno to train for his title match against Wladimir Klitschko in Atlantic City for all the marbles.

So there I am at the Golden Phoenix Casino—it’s Sam’s birthday—the mayor of
Reno, Bob Cashell is going to present the Nigerian Nightmare with a plaque announcing that very day as “Samuel Peter Day”…

Me, I’m channeling Marilyn Monroe. I’ve got my blonde tresses teased and I’m wearing a Marilyn-esque dress and I’m accompanying a hotel worker who is rolling out a huge cake on a cart and I’m to sing “Happy Birthday” ala Marilyn at JFK’s birthday party in Madison Square Garden (a place more associated with major boxing events than presidential birthday parties)…

So we’re coming out of the kitchen and I feel someone pinch my ass! I look around, ready to clobber the waiterperson pushing the cart with the cake—but it couldn’t have been him—impossible. And so I shake it off.

Then I hear, “I’d rather grapple with Betty Grable.”

Now, I don’t know who Betty Grable is but I can sense a slight when I hear it and again I look at the kid with the cake but I’m pretty sure he’d know Vanessa Del Rio before he’d know this Betty Grable babe and now I’m getting confused and maybe even a little bit pissed.

“What!?”

That’s what I said. And I said it loud and the guy in the white button up says, “Que Paso?” and I repeat, “What!?” dismissing him with a side-ways glance and a crooked curl of my lip and he freezes and that’s when I hear the voice—now very clearly…

“Hey kid, I’m Frankie Gambino,” that’s what he said.

So I start a dialogue with this voice and the sweet busboy from Juarez, Mexico (he told me so afterwards) is happy to gawk (after all, my dress is very, very low cut)…

“Sunset,” the voice continues. “The boxing Gods have brought us together.”

Me, I’m hoping the boxing Gods have a budget because, hey, I’m a professional.

This Gambino fella continues, explaining to me how he once boxed professionally. How he beat the aforementioned undefeated Norman Miller in Ocean Beach way back when and how he never fought again. And he says he loves broads and boxing and that I bring out the best of both. And he says that for whatever cockamamie reason, he was sent to me—to be in my corner. And how we’d make a great team…

That’s right about when I heard Mayor Cashell saying how it was an honor to have Samuel Peter in town on his birthday and how the city loved him and so on and so forth (which was my cue) and so Miguel (that was the cake curriers name) said, “Pronto. Pronto,” and I started singing and I’m pretty sure that dang Frankie Gambino pinched my booty for a second time!

The son-of-a-gun has been with me ever since…

DATE LINE: MGM GRAND/LAS VEGAS/NOVEMBER 22ND 2008

So I make the mistake of telling myself what a great spread the MGM lays out in the Media Center on fight night. And that’s when I hear Frankie boy, “Talk about great spreads!”

“If you call me finger food one more time,” I bark and I’m pretty sure Al Bernstein looks over at me—I just nod and smile…

I’m kind of leaning towards the Italian kid from Brooklyn, Paulie Malignaggi, and it has nothing to do with that guinea ghost of mine—it’s just that I hated when Hatton was given an unwarranted decision in his last fight against Juan Lazcano. Lazcano beat him—the problem was the whopping took place in Hatton’s home town and there is no sport that sports the homecourt advantage like boxing—and that’s because, short of a knockout, the court (i.e. the judges) decide the outcome of a fight…

So I guess I’m still smarting over the shell game they pulled on Lazcano in Manchester. I guess I’m kind of secretly pulling for Paulie Maggs—but then the fight starts!

Oh my God! I carry handbags higher than Malignaggi carries his left…

I don’t care if Hatton trained at the Guinness tap for this fight. He’s not going to lose to a guy with only five KO’s to his name, who might inadvertently hit himself below the belt…

Frankie Gambino wasn’t pleased. He argued that Italian fighters were known less for finesse and more for mixing it up.

Frankly (Frankie hates when I say that), the only excitement of the evening was the fight that preceded the main event—when James Kirkland took on highly regarded Brian Vera.

Wow!!!

Kirkland hit Vera with everything. Hurt him too. Put him down 3 times. But Vera wouldn’t wipe that “is that all you got?” grin off his increasingly bloodied mouth (Frankie Gambino liked Vera’s ‘balls of steel’).

Finally (and mercifully, in my opinion) Vic Drakulich (the third man in the ring) halted the fight 1:45 into the 8th Round. Vera had had enough. He’s a tough son-of-a-gun and he’ll be fun to watch moving forward (although Frankie says he telegraphs all of his big punches).

Kirkland on the other hand is a monster. Watch out for this tiger. He hits with both hands. He’s a southpaw. He’s got Ann Wolfe in his corner. And he is gunning for greatness!

Anyways, Frankie got kind of pissy when Hatton’s British fans booed the much smaller Yank contingent when they attempted to start a “USA. USA.” chant. Frankie Gambino was quick to point out that we saved the ‘limey’s homeland in WWII.’ I tried to explain they meant no disrespect—Frankie wasn’t buyin’ it—he’s so old school…

Anyways, Paulie’s corner stopped the fight with a white towel—better than getting stopped by the canvas I guess. So maybe this means Hatton is in line for another big payday against somebody—but I’m not biting. I think the Hitman has hit the wall. Nothing spectacular about him anymore, even with old man Mayweather in his corner. But I reckon we’ll just have to wait and see…

Shows you how out of touch I've been. Just read this. This dago kid Paulie what's his name is from Brooklyn. I thought he was English. So he's from Brooklyn. The way he fights,he gave the neighborhood a black eye. And being Italian,he doesn't remind me of Marciano.

This Sunset Thomas broad is in that HBO Series "Cathouse." The girls who work at the Bunny Ranch. Where guys go to get layed for a thousand dollars. All right ,so I know places where you can get "trimmed" for twenty and they're a lot younger and prettier than Old Silicone Tits. Anyway,this Sunset knows how to parlay those plastic melons. Put on a pair of boxing gloves and write a column called "The Harder They Fall." It doesn't get any kinkier. The ultimate fantasy. Getting in the sack with Summer at the Bunny Ranch ,and then have her beat the shit out of you with the boxing gloves.

Now if they'd put a pair of boxing gloves on "The Fabulous Moolah" and hired her at the Bunny Ranch that would have been a real dud, But I bet "Moolah" could have kicked your ass even if you tried.

[kikibalt]

Good health is overrated!

My doctor told me to eat this, don't eat that, so I ask him, if I do as you say, how many years do I have to live? he said ten, and if I don't do as you say, how many years do I have? he said eight, I said I'll take the eight and eat what I want.....

[dagosd2000]

Good health is overrated!

My doctor told me to eat this, don't eat that, so I ask him, if I do as you say, how many years do I have to live? he said ten, and if I don't do as you say, how many years do I have? he said eight, I said I'll take the eight and eat what I want.....

Hey Frank
If you don't kick the bucket in eight,tell him you want your money back. I bet he'll give you another eight. Shit,who wants to live ten years in a convent anyway? Ten years in a convent worrying and feeling guilty,or eight years at the Boom Boom Club going out with a drink in one hand and a girl in the other?

[kikibalt]

Good health is overrated!

My doctor told me to eat this, don't eat that, so I ask him, if I do as you say, how many years do I have to live? he said ten, and if I don't do as you say, how many years do I have? he said eight, I said I'll take the eight and eat what I want.....

Hey Frank
If you don't kick the bucket in eight,tell him you want your money back. I bet he'll give you another eight. Shit,who wants to live ten years in a convent anyway? Ten years in a convent worrying and feeling guilty,or eight years at the Boom Boom Club going out with a drink in one hand and a girl in the other?

Diego, I'll take the eight years at the Boom Boom, but with two drinks and two ladies...

[dagosd2000]

Now that's the Frank we all know and love.

My wife just came in with some popcorn soaked in butter with plenty of salt. I'll wash it down with a coke. After signing off I'll watch Cathouse with all those old hookers making a thousand dollars an hour. Then I'll ask my wife if she wants to get frisky. She'll tell me I'm "loco" so I'll turn off the lights and go to bed. Can't stop me from dreaming.

[Rick Farris]

Nobody told me tamales were bad for diabetes....

They are,but who gives a shit. My brother in law has had disbetes for 20 years. He gets up at 3 in the morning ,makes his tamales,gets on his scooter and then goes into town to sell them. Then he comes home,starts smoking cigarettes,drinking beer,blasts into the cantinas dancing with all the girls for hours on end,guzzling tequila,smoking cigars,and if he has any money left gets throwed and blowed.I think happiness is a good way to thwart diabetes.

[Rick Farris]

The Harder They Fall: Sunset's Boxing Journal


By Sunset Thomas

Remember the movie, Harvey? Jimmy Stewart played a nutty sort who had an imaginary friend named Harvey. The catch was, Harvey was a six-foot bunny rabbit! Well, I’ve got an imaginary friend too. Only mine is for real. That is he was a real person…

Anyways, my companion (he goes to all the fights with me) is Frankie Gambino. Frankie was a middleweight. Frankie had one fight—in 1943. He fought Norman Miller in Ocean Park, California. Miller had won three in a row—his first three—and then he faced my buddy Frankie Gambino and Frankie took him on points in four rounds!

Frankie first approached me in Reno, Nevada. He sort of snuck up while I was walking out with the birthday cake for Sam Peter—a top ranked Heavyweight.

Sam had knocked out Taurus Sykes in the second round on July 2nd, 2005, at the Reno Events Center (the Center’s first boxing match and a Showtime production).

Sam had returned to Reno to train for his title match against Wladimir Klitschko in Atlantic City for all the marbles.

So there I am at the Golden Phoenix Casino—it’s Sam’s birthday—the mayor of
Reno, Bob Cashell is going to present the Nigerian Nightmare with a plaque announcing that very day as “Samuel Peter Day”…

Me, I’m channeling Marilyn Monroe. I’ve got my blonde tresses teased and I’m wearing a Marilyn-esque dress and I’m accompanying a hotel worker who is rolling out a huge cake on a cart and I’m to sing “Happy Birthday” ala Marilyn at JFK’s birthday party in Madison Square Garden (a place more associated with major boxing events than presidential birthday parties)…

So we’re coming out of the kitchen and I feel someone pinch my ass! I look around, ready to clobber the waiterperson pushing the cart with the cake—but it couldn’t have been him—impossible. And so I shake it off.

Then I hear, “I’d rather grapple with Betty Grable.”

Now, I don’t know who Betty Grable is but I can sense a slight when I hear it and again I look at the kid with the cake but I’m pretty sure he’d know Vanessa Del Rio before he’d know this Betty Grable babe and now I’m getting confused and maybe even a little bit pissed.

“What!?”

That’s what I said. And I said it loud and the guy in the white button up says, “Que Paso?” and I repeat, “What!?” dismissing him with a side-ways glance and a crooked curl of my lip and he freezes and that’s when I hear the voice—now very clearly…

“Hey kid, I’m Frankie Gambino,” that’s what he said.

So I start a dialogue with this voice and the sweet busboy from Juarez, Mexico (he told me so afterwards) is happy to gawk (after all, my dress is very, very low cut)…

“Sunset,” the voice continues. “The boxing Gods have brought us together.”

Me, I’m hoping the boxing Gods have a budget because, hey, I’m a professional.

This Gambino fella continues, explaining to me how he once boxed professionally. How he beat the aforementioned undefeated Norman Miller in Ocean Beach way back when and how he never fought again. And he says he loves broads and boxing and that I bring out the best of both. And he says that for whatever cockamamie reason, he was sent to me—to be in my corner. And how we’d make a great team…

That’s right about when I heard Mayor Cashell saying how it was an honor to have Samuel Peter in town on his birthday and how the city loved him and so on and so forth (which was my cue) and so Miguel (that was the cake curriers name) said, “Pronto. Pronto,” and I started singing and I’m pretty sure that dang Frankie Gambino pinched my booty for a second time!

The son-of-a-gun has been with me ever since…

DATE LINE: MGM GRAND/LAS VEGAS/NOVEMBER 22ND 2008

So I make the mistake of telling myself what a great spread the MGM lays out in the Media Center on fight night. And that’s when I hear Frankie boy, “Talk about great spreads!”

“If you call me finger food one more time,” I bark and I’m pretty sure Al Bernstein looks over at me—I just nod and smile…

I’m kind of leaning towards the Italian kid from Brooklyn, Paulie Malignaggi, and it has nothing to do with that guinea ghost of mine—it’s just that I hated when Hatton was given an unwarranted decision in his last fight against Juan Lazcano. Lazcano beat him—the problem was the whopping took place in Hatton’s home town and there is no sport that sports the homecourt advantage like boxing—and that’s because, short of a knockout, the court (i.e. the judges) decide the outcome of a fight…

So I guess I’m still smarting over the shell game they pulled on Lazcano in Manchester. I guess I’m kind of secretly pulling for Paulie Maggs—but then the fight starts!

Oh my God! I carry handbags higher than Malignaggi carries his left…

I don’t care if Hatton trained at the Guinness tap for this fight. He’s not going to lose to a guy with only five KO’s to his name, who might inadvertently hit himself below the belt…

Frankie Gambino wasn’t pleased. He argued that Italian fighters were known less for finesse and more for mixing it up.

Frankly (Frankie hates when I say that), the only excitement of the evening was the fight that preceded the main event—when James Kirkland took on highly regarded Brian Vera.

Wow!!!

Kirkland hit Vera with everything. Hurt him too. Put him down 3 times. But Vera wouldn’t wipe that “is that all you got?” grin off his increasingly bloodied mouth (Frankie Gambino liked Vera’s ‘balls of steel’).

Finally (and mercifully, in my opinion) Vic Drakulich (the third man in the ring) halted the fight 1:45 into the 8th Round. Vera had had enough. He’s a tough son-of-a-gun and he’ll be fun to watch moving forward (although Frankie says he telegraphs all of his big punches).

Kirkland on the other hand is a monster. Watch out for this tiger. He hits with both hands. He’s a southpaw. He’s got Ann Wolfe in his corner. And he is gunning for greatness!

Anyways, Frankie got kind of pissy when Hatton’s British fans booed the much smaller Yank contingent when they attempted to start a “USA. USA.” chant. Frankie Gambino was quick to point out that we saved the ‘limey’s homeland in WWII.’ I tried to explain they meant no disrespect—Frankie wasn’t buyin’ it—he’s so old school…

Anyways, Paulie’s corner stopped the fight with a white towel—better than getting stopped by the canvas I guess. So maybe this means Hatton is in line for another big payday against somebody—but I’m not biting. I think the Hitman has hit the wall. Nothing spectacular about him anymore, even with old man Mayweather in his corner. But I reckon we’ll just have to wait and see…

Shows you how out of touch I've been. Just read this. This dago kid Paulie what's his name is from Brooklyn. I thought he was English. So he's from Brooklyn. The way he fights,he gave the neighborhood a black eye. And being Italian,he doesn't remind me of Marciano.

I was impressed with Kirkland. He's a good boxer who likes to fight, and he's smart.

-Rick

[dagosd2000]

Okay, I just got it up and running at Youtube. Go to http://www.youtube.com/user/Randyman0508

Randy DD

Randy, this is the Mando Ramos tribute, can you post the WBHOF montage?.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Av6c8sVK6no
Here it is Frank. The newest video always replaces the old one, which moves down the page.
It's also on my website. [url]htpp://boxing-ring.blogspot.com[/url]

Randy

Randy
Another great job!!! The music,the photos and the way they were set up. You're the man. Rog

[bennie]

It was reported today that boxing referee Toby Gibson died either this morning or last night, as a result of suicide. Gibson was a competent and successful referee. It's hard to imagine what demons drove him to this. R.I.P. Tony

How sad. Matthew Hatton licked Ben Tackie there on Saturday night - the ref did a good job.

[bennie]

You Chicago Irish Hooligans don't know nothin' about beating a hang over after a night of drinkin' and whorin' around.We Italians eat Menudo too,but we call it Tripe. Nothing like cow stomach in tomato sauce. Add some hominy,oregano,onion,and a squeeze of lemon. Splash some hot sauce in there and now you can start acting like a degenerate again. Hide the women and children I've had my cow stomach.

My dogs like tripe.

[kikibalt]

You Chicago Irish Hooligans don't know nothin' about beating a hang over after a night of drinkin' and whorin' around.We Italians eat Menudo too,but we call it Tripe. Nothing like cow stomach in tomato sauce. Add some hominy,oregano,onion,and a squeeze of lemon. Splash some hot sauce in there and now you can start acting like a degenerate again. Hide the women and children I've had my cow stomach.

My dogs like tripe.

You have a smart dog, Bennie.......