I always forget about April Winchell’s blog, but I have a feeling that she and I would get along swimmingly. She recently posted about meeting Andy Dick at a rib joint and it’s perfect. The simplicity of her, sadly incredibly accurate, descriptions are beyond enjoyable. Please do yourself a favor and read: My Dinner With Andy. He’s no Wallace Shawn, but who needs witty existential banter when you can read about a total washed up addict and bbq side dishes? Bon appetite!
Tags: andy dick, april winchell, bbq, funny
