I need better insurance to cross that street, if street is the word to use for that abomination.
We're staying in.
Some kind of wheat beer to go with my sweet salty nuts. The brewmeister needs a handshake. I am drinking a loaf of bread!
The main course...
Most excellent! Beef. Erstwhile BBQ sauce. Sweet tater fries.
The ribs needed another six hours in the oven. Although there was absolutely nothing wrong with them, and they were quiet tasty, I always want the bone to slide away from the meat, fat, and gristle.
Yes, I will lick and suck the bones clean if given half a chance.
That was not the case here, though from the looks of things, the defficiencies did not slow me down all that much.
I also think the chef needs a little education regarding BBQ. It is not possible to make BBQ from beef. In addition, no deity permits tomato anywhere near the BBQ sauce.
However, it's been a very long time since there was any form of southern, much less North Carolina, culinary enlightenment near DC.
Regardless of the poor nomenclature and the need for more time in the oven, I sit here with a very happy tum, glad I walked a little this morning to make up for my caloric excess this evening.
Of course, my last real meal was in Brussels, served at a slow and contemplative pace. I think American dining would benefit from a large dose of that styling.
Location:Bouic Ave,Rockville,United States