We rejoined with our significant others in the lobby later in the evening for a glass of wine. We traded war stories while taking in the gorgeously intricate lobby of the Phillips. Soon, we boarded the hotel shuttle and trekked off to the Freight House District to our dinner destination: Jack Stack Barbecue. I had been before and it had been far too long since I dined at this haven for all things smoked meat. One thing I've always been gobsmacked about Jack Stack is how it somehow manages to maintain a settle-in-and-get cozy kind of vibe despite its always raucous capacity crowd. That clearly hasn't changed on either count as the joint was packed that night but the dark wood, low-light, crackling fire setting just makes you want to sink to your seat and get seduced by the barbecued meat. So, Tank 7s and plates of mondo onion rings in hand, we headed from the bar to the dining room and did just that.
So, I happily grunted and went to bed.