We got into a discussion the other night at “The Three-Legged Mare” about what I would call a pub that I might own someday (just dreaming about it). Anyway, I said that the name I’d choose is “The Gravy Sucking Pig.” It comes from a joke that Scott and I have when we are cheering on our favorite football team and one of the players is running down the field. The cheer is: “RUN, YOU GRAVY SUCKING PIG!” I’m not sure where we came up with that one, but we’ve been using it for years. So, in honor of the pub, I put together the sign board for out front. I’m sure millions of people will be flocking to my pub to have a cold one (or maybe a nice bowl of gravy). But that, too, is just a dream.
Gravy Sucking Pig
21 Saturday Jan 2012
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