Rub a Dub Flub a Rub Dub Dub

My good friend Alissa is a Realtor, like me. When she called me to invite me to lunch this morning I had a feeling we'd be in for more than a salad.. knowing we both have flexible schedules.

The day was gorgeous so we sat at a great table on the patio at the restaurant we went to. As expected, we not only each ordered a salad but a couple martinis as well. Ooops. 2 hours later, however, construction vehicles began to tear up the street outside of where we were sitting. After we finished eating and realized we had to yell to hear one another we both decided it was an excellent idea to take ourselves elsewhere. Besides, two and a half hours wasn't a sufficiently long enough lunch hour.

Here are the dudes who screwed up our lovely time with their noise pollution:



So we wandered a couple of blocks south, seeking a place to soak up the sun for another drink. A hole-in-the-wall we had never visited seemed like the most logical selection. Monsignor Murphy's it is!






At 60 degrees (but about 80 in the sun) it was THE perfect weather to not be working when everyone else was.

Alissa checking her email, JUST in case it was important:




We made friends with all who passed (and documented it all, obviously):



And then something magical happened.. and it wasn't anything related to the "astrology" store behind the patio we were sitting on. But rather we realized we were also sitting right next to a hot dog restaurant we had never seen. An entire establishment devoted to hot dogs called "Flub A Dub Chub's." As if this day couldn't be more perfect.. we then both started singing, to the tune of the Globe Trotter's theme song, a ditty that went something along the lines of: "Flub-A-Dub Chub, Rub-A-Dub Chub Rub-a-dubba-flubba-chub chub-a RUB A DUB DUB!" (or something along those lines.. the rules of the song were fast, loose and up to interpretation).



We immediate realized that we were going to need much more information about this place. With a name like Flub A Dub Chub's.. there were questions to be answered, so we began an inquisition. Every person who passed by us on the sidewalk was asked if they had dined at Flub A Dub Chub's before and if so, how was their experience. If they hadn't been, we informed them it was the best place ever, gave them the store hours and made them promise to give it a go some time in the near future. Reviews from the passer by's were mixed. Not mixed regarding the restaurant but mixed regarding our sanity and legitimacy.

Someone actually came OUT of Flub's with a sack full of.. hot dogs, I assume. We stopped him and asked him how his experience was to which he replied "Not sure, this is my first time, haven't eaten it yet." Alissa said "A VIRGIN!! Take a picture of his first time!" he scurried off in a fit of fear, but I caught him, paparazzi-style, on his way off:



The next person to emerge from Flub's had great things to say about the place.. because he was the owner and our new favorite person, today anyway. He brought us a menu and explained that he got the idea for the name of the restaurant from a lady at a bar when he was drunk and that every menu item was named after someone in his family. We perused (and did the maze on the back of) the menu and learned that they sold t-shirts as well! One that said "My Girlfriend Gave Me a Chubby!" one that said "My Boyfriend Gave Me a Chubby" and another that said "I Came Hungry and Left With a Chubby!" That was good enough for us: SOLD! Shirts were purchased from the owner.





And soon it was time for us to call our lunch to a close. After all, it was nearly 5pm and we originally met for lunch at noon. We couldn't leave without actually going INSIDE Flub A Dub Chub a Rub a Whatever's to get a to-go menu and a sense of the interior of the place we had been advertising to everyone who passed. You have to know the product you pedal, after all. We said goodbye to the owner and all exchanged business cards. Alissa made some sort of purchase from the owner that I wasn't aware of:



As we walked down the sidewalk Alissa handed me what she had purchased, 10 "Flub Bucks," and said "Happy Early Birthday!" We both laughed pretty damn hard.




I'll be using my Flub Bucks soon.
What a great lunch.
M.db