Follow the red tallow road...to Sam's
rjo...@pe.net
I finished some business in Long Beach, stopped in a Carl's Jr. to get an iced
tea before jumping on the 710 to head for Sam's...the first, and for me, the
only leg of ASSConvoy.
While I was at Carl's, an employee wheeled out a metal container of grease from
the kitchen to the dumpster enclosure. I casually asked the asst. manager who
was serving me where that stuff goes. She said a "guy" picks it up. What guy?
Just a guy...from Darling-Delaware. What do they do with it? She didn't know.
Where are they?
She was starting to humor me in the way Carl's employees are trained to handle
the homeless crazies that Ronnie Reagan dumped out of the nut houses. But she
went back in the office and brought me the address. Darling-Delaware in Vernon.
Cool. I go right through Vernon on my way to Sam's.
Twenty minutes later, I walk into the D-D reception area. "Can I get a tour?"
Blank, hostile stare. "A TOUR?" "Yeah, a tour." The receptionist picks up the
phone. A minute later a guy comes through the door. "What do you want?" "A
tour." "Who you with?" I look around...it's me and him. "Uh...I'm alone." "Are
you with AQMD?" No. "OSHA?" No. "What do you want?" A tour. He disappears
through a door and comes out with two yellow hard hats. His says "Bill, General
Manager". Mine says "Ned".
We walk out to the yard, and the stench of death was unmistakeable...but I was
still bothered about being "Ned." Ned was the dorky, occasional friend of Dick
and Jane. They played with him, but it was obvious, even with my rudimentary 3rd
grade social skills, that it was out of pity. 45 years later...I'm wearing Ned's
hard hat in an offal processing plant.
Bill took me to the receiving pit where all incoming "goods" are deposited. I
stared into the huge concrete pit full of Carl's french fry grease, intestines,
ribs, hooves, and lungs (good...they look like non-smokers). Two sightless sheep
heads and a pig head appeared to stare back. A screw conveyor carries this
grisly stew to another building where it is chewed into bite size chunks by a
"Grizzly", a large walk-in cast iron Cuisinart. From there, the chunks are screw
conveyored to a 3000 gallon pressure cooker. I wasn't writing down the recipe,
so I missed how long they cook it and at what temperature.
The solids from the cooker are relatively dry and belt conveyored to some
centrifugal mills that grind the stuff into a dry meal...it is used as a protein
supplement for chickens who think they are vegens. Cruel joke.
The fat is siphoned off the cooker as a relatively clear liquid. It is nothing
more than the clear bacon grease relatively short lived people use to cook their
morning eggs. And it congeals into the same milky lard you see in the empty
juice can when you poor off the bacon grease and let it cool. So they have to
keep this stuff hot. They pump the liquid grease into large heated tanks on the
other side of the property.
The rendered grease is called tallow. Now I remember tallow from that same 3rd
grade class where I met Ned and first tried to look up a pretty teacher's dress.
The Pilgrims made tallow candles. Animal fat candles. But I haven't seen tallow
candles in the stores, so what do they do with tallow?
Among other uses, they sell it to soap and cosmetic manufacturers who refine it
into cosmetic grade tallow. It is used for a number of "health care" products,
but a good portion of it is dyed various shades (usually red), and molded into
slender sticks...lipsticks.
I thanked my host for an informative tour, returned Ned's hard hat, and headed
towards Sam's with a brief stop at the Southwestern Road Kill Museum ["Mementos
of local highways"] to see what was new. Actually, nothing. Paramount painted
the sign for a movie on the side of a diesel truck stop on 14th at Alemeda, a
couple blocks from Sam's. No one there know what movie, though.
I met Dodger in the parking lot of Sam's changing from his Supersalesman suit to
sweats. I didn't even notice a phone booth. We went in and he introduced me to
ALS, IRL, and Dave's Friend already in progress. We were later joined by
LapMeRich, and Mr. X (Z Bone's special agent). They are not exactly what I
pictured, but they were as entertaining a bunch as I have run across in a long
time. We talked for a couple hours before they finally hit the road for TJ's at
about 9pm. I headed home...I'm not a night person.
We didn't pay much attention to the women. I think there were 4 dancers. They
were deserving of our attention...we just didn't give much. When one of the
dancers stepped off stage after her set, I saw her put on some lipstick...I
flashed back to my tour of Darling-Delaware and those slender sticks of red
tallow which months before might have been the remains of a sightless sheep
peering out of a Vernon receiving pit...no kisses tonight, girls.
Athena (Z Bone's Sept Dancer of the Month) and Adrianna (forever tied to Z Bone
in a couple other ways) were the most friendly to our group. Adrianna even took
the time to learn everyone's name. And Jennifer, the city's sexiest strip club
manager, visited with us often. The smoke was minimal to non-existent. I like
this place. I think it is going to be on my regular visit list when I am
anywhere near downtown L.A.
If you are looking for hot lap dances, Sam's is not the place. If you are
looking for a friendly place to relax, minutes from major attractions like the
Southwestern Road Kill Museum, and TWO rendering plants, this is it. BTW, the
Red Chamber Co. is not far away south on Alameda. They have a bitchin' 1930's
fire truck parked on the roof of their 6 story building...I think they make
firefighting equipment. In any event, they wouldn't give me a tour...maybe
another time.
RJ
EYE
[RJ]
If you are looking for hot lap dances, Sam's is not the place. If you are
looking for a friendly place to relax, minutes from major attractions like
the
Southwestern Road Kill Museum, and TWO rendering plants, this is it.
BTW, the
Red Chamber Co. is not far away south on Alameda. They have a bitchin'
1930's
fire truck parked on the roof of their 6 story building...I think they make
firefighting equipment. In any event, they wouldn't give me a tour...maybe
another time.
[EYE]
Whew..... I'd kill for this tour....*squish* ..... Very well rendered, RJ.
Z Bone
RJ--> [snip of long slow trip to Sam's]
Athena (Z Bone's Sept Dancer of the Month) and Adrianna (forever tied to
Z Bone in a couple other ways) were the most friendly to our group.
Z Bone--> Sorry I missed the fun. Athena is not talking to me because
of my no show. This is gonna cost me. BTW, she will be entering the
Dance Contest at Sam's this Saturday night at 9pm (9/28) if you want to
see more of her. She's one of those unusual good lookers with a fast
wit. Just what I like. She's got a fast tongue so watch out. :)
RJ-- > Adrianna even took the time to learn everyone's name.
Z Bone--> She told me the Pope showed her what was under his zipper. I
tried to see it myself at CP via a lap dance but he was not in the mood
that night. Adriana gets to have all the fun.
RJ--> And Jennifer, the city's sexiest strip club manager, visited with
us often.
Z Bone--> RJ, you are the POOCHiest kiss-ass I know. Yes, and you must
have made an "impression" on her too because she remembered you from
last time. You sure know how to pick 'um, RJ. That's all I gotta say.
Jennifer told me that the Pope and IRL wanted to hook up their computer
to send me a flame mail for a no-show but she stopped them even though
the owner said it was OK. Thanks Jennifer. I knew you'd be watching
out for me. <Kiss-ass mode off>
HEY! How come Dispater (semi-Sam's regular) didn't show??! Dispater?
You OK?
--
Z Bone
LA Strip club reviews and GOSSIP!
http://members.gnn.com/zbone/
Infatuare
rjo...@pe.net wrote:
>
> Among other uses, they sell it to soap and cosmetic manufacturers who
> refine it into cosmetic grade tallow. It is used for a number of "health
> care" products, but a good portion of it is dyed various shades (usually
> red), and molded into slender sticks...lipsticks.
>
When RJ asked about the "grease" from the kitchen to the dumpster enclosure,
I was about to send him a response. However, being a diligent kind of guy,
he has provided the answer in the same post. Now, there has been threads
in this newsgroup about "covering up" lipstick marks. I wish to help those
whom needed to cover up by giving more background about the process before
tallow so that the dancers may think twice about putting on lipsticks.
When I was younger and working for college, I used to work in a restaurant
and we stored grease and fat in a dumpster enclosure. RJ told us:
> ...the stench of death was unmistakeable...
Well, everyone dreaded about dumping to THAT dumpster because the truck
only collected them every other month. Given the content in that dumpster,
it is a verification that some bio-degradable stuff do bio-degrade. Not only
that, it is also an excellent nuturing ground for all sort of larva. Imagine,
well, I'll let your imagination take over.
"On a HOT SUMMER night,
...
...
You took the words right out of my mouth.
It must have happened while I was kissing you.
...
..." Meatloaf
Well ladies, think about it the next time you want to use THAT lipstick ;->
- Infatuare <as...@nym.alias.net>
rjo...@pe.net
>RJ--> And Jennifer, the city's sexiest strip club manager, visited with
>us often.
>
>Z Bone--> RJ, you are the POOCHiest kiss-ass I know. Yes, and you must
>have made an "impression" on her too because she remembered you from
>last time. You sure know how to pick 'um, RJ. That's all I gotta say.
RJ--> I go for the ones with the greatest potential for danger...
HGoof
Thought I'd reply back about the red tallow road.
I seem to remember reading in the last year about a series of robberies in
which the barrels of lard were stolen from some fast food places. I
remembered thinking "who in the world would steal used fat?" Well it
seems that the fat gets sent to Mexico where it is sold for approx $60 a
barrel and processed for use down there.
I guess there is a black market for everything!
rjo...@pe.net
Reply to hg...@aol.com (HGoof):
>Thought I'd reply back about the red tallow road.
>
>I seem to remember reading in the last year about a series of robberies in
>which the barrels of lard were stolen from some fast food places. I
>remembered thinking "who in the world would steal used fat?" Well it
>seems that the fat gets sent to Mexico where it is sold for approx $60 a
>barrel and processed for use down there.
I had no idea it would be THAT valuable. Depending on which report you believe
(don't touch it, LDC) either 33% or 40% of Americans are clinically obese (20%
above "norm" for their height). I see more and more hefalumps waddling around
these days who are WELL above that 20% figure...I bet they are sitting on a gold
mine and don't even know it.
Instead of burning it up with hot, sweaty, smelly exercise, they could be
sucking it out by the gallon, and selling it across the border for $60 a barrel.
They could stop at Baskin-Robbin on the way back across the border and fill 'er
up again.
If a barrel is about 40 gallons (isn't that what crude oil barrels are...or is
it 32?), that makes frau fat worth more per gallon than gasoline.
RJ