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| - In an homage to Calvin Trillin I have driven many a back road in an attempt to find real food (and often got lost, but that's just part of the fun), travelling through towns where all roads mysteriously change their names as you cross intersections. At this point, you might suggest that I purchase a GPS. But part of the fun of being a food adventurer means getting lost, getting confused and somehow finding yourself and possibly a completely different restaurant than the one you originally had in mind. And so it was that the Big K and I discovered the Big Bone BBQ.
It's good news when you enter a restaurant for the first time and there's a line up for take-out . This place is small, impeccably clean and has good service. The Big K's platter of fall off the bone tender ribs, wings, fries, cornbread, beans and cole slaw was huge and even he, the man who eats dinner for four, almost had trouble finishing it off. My pulled pork sandwich was sublimely tender and packed into in a fluffy large white hot dog bun, which I thought initially off-putting but then added to the taste experience in only a way that some thoughtful food combinations can. Fries are the crispy kind that my Dad preferred (and so that's my reason to appreciate them.) Go here with a big appetite and be prepared to lick your fingers.
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