Kansas City BBQ addicts have a dirty little secret. Sometimes, in exercising our passionate desire to consume smoked meats, we forget to chew. Such was the case last night at Jack Stack in Martin City, as Sandee and I met our old high school friend Roger Denney there for dinner.
Roger, raised in Kansas City, is as fine a connoisseur of Kansas City BBQ as you will ever meet. Now he practices anesthesiology in the D.C. area where he sports a Virginia license plate that simply says “KC BARBQ.”
So you see barbeque is serious business for Roger. He knows his stuff. Since Jack Stack is his favorite stop when he comes back home to visit his mother, we were only too happy to share a decadent Jack Stack meal with him, the last such one he will enjoy until his mail order shipment of burnt ends and such arrives for his annual Christmas Eve dinner back East.
After devouring some famous Martin City fare, we were enthralled in post-dinner conversation. But as we relaxed, piecing together the better part of the last thirty years, a commotion from the other side of the room distracted us. Tables were pushed aside, people rose to their feet, and a voice cried out: “Does anyone know the Heimlich?!?”
Suddenly before my very eyes, Roger Denney, 17-year-old post player and all-star student, was transformed with phone-booth-like speed and precision into Dr. Roger “Heimlich” Denney, Man of the Hour.
Roger sprung to his feet, raced across the room, and was presented with a petite young woman who had fallen prey to a giant cube of burnt end of brisket. Roger quickly assessed the situation, found the proper location of the woman’s sternum, then raised her forcefully from behind in an effort to dislodge the giant hunk of beef that was obstructing her air flow.
After a couple of tries it looked like the woman had been freed from her barbeque-induced trauma. So Roger turned to her and asked her to speak. She could not. He then resumed the procedure with three more pushes. The offending morsel was then freed from its esophagul berth.
Roger returned to our table amid fanfare and appreciation from our fellow diners. We told him it was fortunate that he, Dr. Roger Denney, had been in the house and had gone to medical school and had done all of those E.R. rotations and the like. All of that experience for this moment. Roger could have agreed with us, but dismissed the act as basic first aid, presumably anything the local life guard could have done.
Maybe he’s right, but he performed the Heimlich on this young woman with such skill and care that she was barely impacted by the entire experience. I don’t know about you, but if I almost perish in a crowded restaurant in Death-by-Choking fashion, I may ask for the check and go home and make a fruit smoothie and call it a night. I may pause for a bit and wonder if I need to at least call my mother to have her come and cut up my meat.
But this woman was a BBQ Woman superhero. She jumped back in the saddle and ate the hair of the dog that bit her. It was like someone had told her “As You Were,” and she rejoined her Burnt End Euphoria in progress, barely skipping a beat, even though a table or two around here, with contorted faces, had cleared out and headed home rather than enduring to the end with her during her plight.
Jack Stack was very appreciative of Roger. Our server came over and told him that for his efforts the restaurant would like to buy him a dessert.
I guess this was a nice gesture, but if I’m Jack Stack brass, and Dr. Denney had just performed life saving heroics in my dining room, I’m springing for more than a piece of carrot cake. I’m naming a sandwich after him. I’m dubbing him the new “Martin City Mayor.” I’m shipping him Kobe and babybacks once a month for life.
A free dessert is what you get for complaining that the service is poor. A free dessert is what you get when it’s your birthday. For last night’s efforts, Roger needs a statue erected of him at the corner of 135th and Holmes!
But the ever-humble and gracious Roger, thanked Jack Stack for their generosity, and asked them to give him his dessert to go. For this kind soul, it was all in a day’s work.
I CANNOT BELIEVE I MISSED THIS! But this piece, lovely as ever, is the next best thing. :)ReplyDelete
Kate, we missed you very much. But just think, in God's Providence we could have been at the Freighthouse and NO ROGER for this poor woman! Plus, your account of the evening would have been much better! Thanks for the comment. As you know, they are always treasured!Delete
No Roger, a Greg would have stepped in.ReplyDelete
Greg, I could not agree with you more. Dessert was not the appropriate thank you offer for Roger's heroics. I would love to ship him a Barbecue package that would be a more a suitable thank you. If you could provide me with Roger's address and contact information I will make sure that he is taken care of.ReplyDelete
Case, What a generous gesture. I'm sure Roger will be thrilled. You know, he orders Jack Stack mail order every year for Christmas Eve dinner. Some years it's in Rhode Island; others in D.C. He's a great ambassador for your stuff back in the BBQ wasteland that is the Northeast! I will send you an email as well.Delete
Case Dorman is President of Fiorella's Jack STack and Grandview HS grad 1981. He is the best!ReplyDelete
Gino, we must fly to D.C. to enjoy with Rog. Thanks for your efforts!Delete
We received a generous package of Jack Stack barbecue in appreciation.ReplyDelete
Thanks so much Greg Finley and Greg Martinette!
A copy of an email sent to Case Dorman, CEO of Jack Stack.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much for the generous Jack Stack package we received yesterday.
It is rewarding to receive your recognition for assisting a fellow diner who was choking.
Our family has been enjoying Jack Stack meals shipped to us for many years. We have "imported" reminders of our Kansas City family on Christmas Eve each year and frequently my wife orders it as well for Father's Day.
I suspect we will enjoy this meal on December 8th, the day the Chiefs play the Washington Redskins. GO CHIEFS!
Thank you again for your recognition,
Roger A. Denney, MD