Nail, meet head.
Too funny.

Speaking of poetic irony and meet... er, meat heads, Team Dorkwave met up at Buffalo Wild Wings last night. (You read that right.) As expected, EVERYthing about the place sucked something awful, with the exception of a decent beer selection and the always precious WTF/absurdity factor, which is truly one of life's greatest motivations and catalysts for creativity.

For some real BBQ in the Detroit area, with a much more comforting art school scene and a stellar selection of (yes, I'm using the word) 'artisan' beers, Slows can't be beat. A much welcome addition to the city's culinary choices.