I know I can’t eat meat today so this is some #hungryshit but I was recently thinking about BBQ. Not just the food, but the experience. While I’ve only really started eating it in the last 3 years, I feel like I’ve come to appreciate the little nuances that make great BBQ that I don’t think everybody understands. So this isn’t about the food as much as the experience.
I think the purchasing process and storefront is an important part of the experience. I was sad when Burns BBQ closed down their house in the hood, there really was something about the screen door, wonky floor, dim lights, soda machine and people out the front burning cd’s and movies for you, selling you perfume - damn whatever you wanted. Rude counter service if you didn’t know exactly what you wanted by the time you made it to the counter, hand written menus on butcher paper, cash only and watching everyone lean forward in their seat with baited breath as someone pulls food from out the back and searches for the order number then standing up like you won the lottery when it was your order.
So it makes me sad when people automatically gravitate towards the brand name bbq, franchises with big neon signs towering above the building, just because it’s a name they recognise, and they have a drive thru.
Dinner at the Hardcore Gentleman’s abode.
One must always know how to roast a chicken.
Cutting it however, I am still learning