“Why don’t you dress your cat up as a dog”

This was a true statement I overheard during a recent lunch at My Brother’s Bar down in the CPV. I had just finished a physical; which is according to every dudes’ magazine and medical professional is exactly what I should do at my age, and was starving. My morning had been crazy without a second to breathe or eat and the fact that they stole some of my blood left me feeling even more ravenous. So my body was telling me it needed something with a touch of flavor (aka grease) and My Brother’s Bar was just the ticket.

So I belly up to the bar and order myself a J.C.B. If you don’t know what a J.C.B you had better get in there because I am not telling. Don’t take this as me being mean, I just think it is a rite of passage that you go in and order this delicious item along with a brew just like I did when I moved here.

MBB (my abbreviation for My Brother’s Bar) is a great, cozy, old as dirt spot on the corner of 15th and Platte. Stories about what was here before Riverfront Park usually go “I remember driving through here when there was nothin’ on my way to MBB”. Does that give you any idea of how old it is.

With a menu posterboard on the wall, old wooden walls and booths, a big historic bar with vintage bar stools, and a dry wit team MBB rocks. One of the fun traditions when you order a burger from MBB is the presentation. They bring you out a classic diner style service full of pepperoncini, pickles and other great add ons. You just add to an already delicious burger whatever your heart desires. Awesome!
So I was sitting there, enjoying my J.C.B. with an o’ring and french fry combo I overheard a truly classic discussion at the bar where some poor guy was getting beaten on for owning, and loving on, his kitty cats when it was clear how cool dogs were. The dude stood his ground, even explaining how he was on his way to take care of them after a couple final beers (it was lunch time). My favorite line was that if he had to love his cats, couldn’t he at least dress them up like small dogs so no one would know.

Cat lovers out there, and I know one cat lover very well, might not appreciate that. But I thought it was funny as heck. What can I say, you will get almost any discussion sitting there having a bite at My Brother’s Bar. I can’t guarantee the topic, but it will make you smile. So gather up some buds, put on some old jeans and head over to MBB for a relaxing good old experience.

And as a a side note, I may not be able to live on J.C.B’s every day. My physical came back rock star status (YEAH!!) with a side note that my bad cholesterol could be better (but not bad I was told). Geez, does that mean I’ll be blogging carrots and celery going forward. I don’t think so. An occasional (not daily) J.C.B. is one of the simple pleasures that helps the world go ’round. But since I love Sushi I can always add a bit more of the good fishes to my plan.

Here’s to you!