As far as I’m concerned, it’s very hard to get good food outside the northeast.
Except…… BBQ.
When a Yankee barbecues he puts hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill.
Homemade barbecue also is pretty worthless. The good stuff goes into a brick cooker and stays for hours. Best I ever had was sold at a roadside stand outside of Brenham by members of a black Baptist church.
There’s a place in North Carolina that’s a black Baptist Church.
Man that’s good. It’s been sitting in a field next to the road for probably longer than I’ve been alive and they surely know what they’re doing.
When I go to NYC I spend most of my time eating on the street, the vendors have the best stuff.
When I go south or west, I eat roadside BBQ or Mexican (out west). I’m a big fan of the real ethnic stuff, not the chain restaurant pseudo garbage.
That “Grindhouse” crap movie a few years ago was two stupid movies, but the zombie one had one great part.
A restaurant owner is trying to get the perfect sauce. After a fight with zombies he tastes his sauce and says, “It’s perfect, I found the last ingredient!”
His buddy laughs and says, “Yeah, it’s your blood.”
Apcray.
Just what I need now, after all the Passover overeating. And a stomach surrendering to some of the dishes yesterday…
Ignore the cup of beans and the sugar-filled sauces there, and you have the Atkins diet.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s very hard to get good food outside the northeast.
Except…… BBQ.
When a Yankee barbecues he puts hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill.
Homemade barbecue also is pretty worthless. The good stuff goes into a brick cooker and stays for hours. Best I ever had was sold at a roadside stand outside of Brenham by members of a black Baptist church.
There’s a place in North Carolina that’s a black Baptist Church.
Man that’s good. It’s been sitting in a field next to the road for probably longer than I’ve been alive and they surely know what they’re doing.
When I go to NYC I spend most of my time eating on the street, the vendors have the best stuff.
When I go south or west, I eat roadside BBQ or Mexican (out west). I’m a big fan of the real ethnic stuff, not the chain restaurant pseudo garbage.
That “Grindhouse” crap movie a few years ago was two stupid movies, but the zombie one had one great part.
A restaurant owner is trying to get the perfect sauce. After a fight with zombies he tastes his sauce and says, “It’s perfect, I found the last ingredient!”
His buddy laughs and says, “Yeah, it’s your blood.”
Apcray.