Enjoying an ice-cold frosty beer, eating deep-fried pickles seasoned with fresh dill, spending time with a friend you've known for thirteen years, and doing all this in a converted train car. How did I live within 30 minutes of Kehde's Barbeque for four years and never go there? Live and learn, eh? Oh, and if you can swing it I also recommend sitting by a group of forty-something women who spend their dinner time boisterously rehashing the previous night's time out at "a club." It was quite entertaining.