Schryer's Smoked BBQ Shack

Last fall, Patrick and I invited Jay and Rylan along on a Saskaspooning adventure. We went to Schryer's Smoked BBQ shack, a relatively new (2008) restaurant in the "industrial" part of town.

I haven't written about it, but, to be honest, it wasn't particularly interesting.

But I have to write about it, because we went due to the Urbanspoon.

So....what to say? I think we'd all been there before, so there was nothing new or unexpected about it. It's a fast-food type place, with a counter to order at and then you take trays to your tables. The fun part? They are licensed, so you can have a beer in a plastic cup, which makes you feel a bit like you've stumbled upon a Burger King at a music festival. So that's kind of funweird. And the food is good--they smoke the meat out back in a giant smoker in the parking lot, which is cool, and they smoke their cheese out there, too. So that's nifty. And you don't think you'd ever see that in a "big city" -- it feels slightly sketch, like someone at city hall gave them the permit because he/she grew up in Kindersley or Unity where a smoker outside in the parking lot made total sense.

So we all ate sandwiches, and had coleslaw, and smoked cheese-macaroni salad, and corn bread, and beer, and I bragged about a presentation I'd done the day before at the library about how video games are good for kids, and then the beer kicked in and I worried that I was dominating the conversation, and after all Jay and Rylan are mostly Patrick's friends, not mine, and I was behaving like a lame person and Patrick would judge me through their eyes, because why wouldn't he, I was totally just talking too much and I should shut up, put a smoked meat sandwich in my mouth and let them talk for a bit, just chew and chew and chew and keep quiet for once, I mean I was irritating myself, even, by now, and maybe they'd forget I'd been so annoying and .... "Man, this sandwich is good".

the end.