For a man such as I, it is ridiculous to consider that Kansas City's quintessential cigar lovers paradise was so close all this time - and I never pierced the perimeter of this fortress of smoky solitude until now. Perhaps they were trying to evade me - tucked away out south there on Metcalf, a good little way from my midtown propinquity. But find it I did, and - fair warning - I shall return. Let me put this in cigar lovers code: Youwilllikeithere. Youcanenjoysmokeandbeveragehere. Do not pass the word along to cigar afics. that you care not to see again; because they too will be drawn back the Outlaw clubhouse - and most certainly they will be hard to evict. To to summarize: If you are excellent company, please, by al means, come to Outlaw and linger. And if you are just plain and dull: Stop in, buy a cigar and maybe not linger quite so much. (As I contemplate my rationale I wonder to self, ""Was I uninformed of this grand coterie of cigar connoisseurs intentionally?"" This I admit does not seem possible. Time to break this keyboard tether and again journey to Outlaw and explore. Con mucho gusto mis amigos!
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