The players, after the jump.

Samantha, pretty in pink:

Irene, pretty in white:

Boo, pretty in pinstripes:

After supper, we headed home for drinks on the porch and a little get-ready time for Samantha’s baptism lunch. I wanted to serve the same pork Irene did at her brunch a few weeks back. So lucky Irene was here to show me the recipe!

So I turn to the bartender. Would there be any way — and as I’m asking, I hear Ms. White Shirt here turn to her left and, in a stage whisper: “Don’t. Make. A. Move.”

Really? Really, bitch? You’re almost done with your meal. We’re trying to get a quick bite. What harm would it be to be courteous and slide down a little? Turns out, I ask the women on her right to slide down a bit, and they accommodate us without a blink of an eye. But as we try to squeeze our two stools in the newly created space, Ms. W.S. over here really doesn’t make a move. Not one inch.

And on top of that, the burger I ordered medium came out rare and I had to send it back.

Well, I guess that’s what happens before showtime on Broadway, when you go from being this busy:

— to this empty —

in about 15 minutes. Although I must note that at other times I have fully enjoyed my meal at Joe Allen, so this was rather an anomaly, mainly caused by non-moving bitches wearing white shirts and whole bunch of attitude.

We harvested them and had them with a piece of absolutely delicious porchetta from Tarry Market.

Porchetta, for those that don’t know, is pork loin seasoned with lots of herbs, especially sage and thyme, wrapped with pork belly, seared and roasted. This pork belly was so crispy it actually cut the roof of my mouth. But well worth any injury. And the asparagus? Fresh, grassy and delicious. Yay spring!

This is now my wallpaper on my phone:

And here’s Daddy and Sam on the people mover:

And yes, the whole Easter Sunday outfit can be seen here:

I mean.

And here we are at church with Gramma:

More, after the jump.

Proud papa:

Our friend Theresa:

Beautiful baby Sam:

Doris and Pat, watching Mary Poppins with Samathan.

Big bro and little sis:

Time for supper….

Bob smoked some chickens:

Annie made a ham:

Potatoes:

A cherry salad:

Macaroni salad:

Happy Easter!

But despite the innocent looking setup, this was not you average lunch. It was, in fact, the first time anyone could remember that Mark, aka AJ, did not finish his burger.

Dun-dun-dun! He had ordered the Insanity burger, and it was, indeed, so insanely spicy that he could not finish it. The culprit? Dave’s Insanity Sauce, a sauce so hot that it has its own wikipedia entry.

Yes, he was a bit ashamed. But also happy to know that he was beaten only by something that once held the title of “World’s Hottest Sauce.” More photos of the food — and the family, with Samantha, of course! — after the jump.

Angie and Mark, before the Insanity Incident:

(Note their iPhones.)

Bob and Greg.

Me, Doris and Sam. Three generations of Weber women!

Bob with the little’un:

Now we’ll get to the nitty gritty. Burger one, mine. Mushroom-Swiss:

Greg’s wings:

The big family table:

It seems like a good place for a big night out watching a band!

Fun lunch. Especially with the Insanity Incident.

Here’s Buster’s Web site.