Word: herefords
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Mass. Ave. Then head to Boston, red line to Park, green to Copley and do the Boston bars on your own time. Daisy Buchanan's, on Newbury between Fairfield and Gloucester, Back Bay Brewing Co., on Boylston between Fairfield and Exeter, Cactus Club, on Boylston between Gloucester and Hereford, Division Sixteen, on Boylston between Hereford and Mass. Ave. Pour House, on Boylston between Gloucester and Hereford, Dad's on Boylston between Gloucester and Hereford. Buses back from in front of Hynes Convention Center. Look for pocket-size maps in the Houses. You must be 21 to drink...
...have never stopped bragging about my old Missouri hometown, but there have always been boosters in Kansas City who thought I bragged about the wrong things--barbecue and the cow on the top of the American Hereford Association headquarters, for instance, instead of Continental restaurants and similarly sophisticated cultural attractions. I liked the motto Kansas City had when I was a boy: "The Heart of America." The boosters liked the motto "More Boulevards Than Paris, More Fountains Than Rome...
...1970s some of the boosters hired a New York City public relations firm to persuade people that Kansas City was not a cow town. They said I should quit harping on that American Hereford Association cow and that, contrary to what I kept claiming, its heart and liver do not light up at night...
Eventually they abandoned the campaign, but I suspect that they continued to avert their eyes when they passed the American Hereford Association building. Nobody thought the campaign had done any lasting damage; it's not easy, after all, to hurt the feelings of a cow. Then last week I read in the Wall Street Journal that the boneless sirloin known for decades as the Kansas City strip, a cut of meat invented in the Heart of America, is now on most steak-house menus as the New York strip--although in Kansas City outraged customers forced Ruth's Chris Steak...
While sipping Reverse-Scriptase martinis, Lori and I glanced outside to see the hundreds of beautiful Hereford mommies, glorious and dumb as posts under the great Canadian sky, chewing vitaminized, antibioticized alfalfa while inside each of them our own future little fan clubs incubated. "Look, over there, the one with a white patch on the eye, No. 388--that's yours, honey!" Bliss...