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| - Eating at JB's is the kind of experience where you stop talking when the food arrives and start shoveling, fork to mouth in rapid, quiet succession. When it's all over, you pull your knees to your chest, gaze at your navel, and think about how this is the last place on earth that cares about how food tastes.
Order the rib tips, order the wings (made to order so be patient), have ALL the sides. I mean, there's nothing transcendental about the recipes, they're just executed deliberately, brilliantly, and without compromise.
Heads up you'll probably have to make time for a post meal nap.
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