Baby's First BBQ

Given my on-off love affair with the Land of the Free, it's been a long time in coming, but I finally got my ass down to a real BBQ shack which just so happens to be conveniently located at the bottom of my street.  The Handsome Neighbour came along too, it's not a hardship given his love affair with soulfood, and I needed expert guidance from a pro.

You know the drill by now:  a picture speaks a thousand calories...

 LOL

 Napkin?  They don't call this fine dining for nothin...

 No not garlic cloves, chillis, in a whisky bottle.

 Beans not Heinz.

 And so the slippery slope to lard-arse begins...

But where are the vegetables?

I'm too hungover right now to actually consider eating, so instead I am watching Food P$rn courtesy of my new favourite show:  Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives.

Isadora has waxed lyrical over the biscuit.  Now see how they are made for yourself in an homage to the Yank and the Hopa's home State, North Carolina.

Or you could contemplate the Homewrecker Hotdog. 

If you can eat the Homewrecker in under 12 minutes you win a t-shirt.  My stomach would never let me sell it so short.  This man however, takes pride in his punishment.  But look at his eyes as he speaks to the camera, he looks like he's about to weep even before he's started.  He's also the most comedy dumb I have ever seen; I think I may have found the face to match my calls to AT&T...

God damn it people what's with the animal style eating?  The French in me just says non.

Eat like nobody's watching...

"Eat like nobody's watching; drive like you've never been hurt.  Pray like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth."

A Cynic