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| - Saturday night. Mmmmm. Let's pull up Yelp and find a joint to satisfy my BBQ cravings. Can't Stop Smokin' BBQ? Yeah, that sounds delicious. Jump in the car, windows down, good music blasting, yeah I'm ready to go into a food coma. Yum. I can taste it now - succulent brisket, fall-off-the-bone ribs, deliciously-savage sides.
Yes! Pull up to an awesome parking spot and open the car door to the smell of stomach-rumbling BBQ. The restaurant door swings open and wow, it smells even better than outside. Wait in line and grab my huge aluminum tray and say:
"I'll have a pound of the brisket and a pound of ribs please!"
"Sorry sir we're out of brisket and ribs."
ARE. YOU. FREAKING. KIDDING. ME.
Yes, the BBQ place, the place that specializes in BBQ and only that, is out of BBQ. Not only out of BBQ, but out of BBQ at 6:30 PM on a Saturday night. MIND. BLOWING.
If there's one thing I can take away from my experience... they definitely DO STOP SMOKIN' BBQ.
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