Or, at least, I hope so. I’m down in Thousand Oaks for the seventh time in fourteen weeks (give or take a week or two. I’m sitting in a hotel room watching Anthony Bourdain have barbecue with the Black Keys. I feel like I’m too old to be judging the Keys (I’m not the world’s biggest fan), but the barbecue – a KC pit joint – seems like it should be OK.

I did end up at, I think, the best place in Thousand Oaks tonight – Akrey’s Tavern. In a town full of strip malls and a Levittown-meets-Taco-Bell style of architecture, the place is…well, it’s real. I sat at the bar and had a Pacifico with lime and wondered at the jukebox (Sammy Hagar, Nirvana unplugged, remixed Bruno Mars), the drunk guy shooting pool and dancing after every shot, and the UFC/World Poker tour mix on the television. The bartender was nice, the drinks were cheap, and it was loud and alive.

Did I mention that it’s straddled by a trailer park and a tire shop? Little things like this make business travel kinda fun.