Thursday, July 10, 2003

Visiting Kansas City is always a pleasure. I cannot believe it has been 8 years since we have been there. On the 4th of July we did our patriotic duty of consuming mass quantities of BBQ at legendary Arthur Bryant's. Such an exciting entrance- as soon as you walk in you can smell the years of hickory smoke infused in the walls of the place. As you wait in line you can see behind the counter piles of glistening meat in the pit, rosy hued smoked Nirvana. In honor of Calvin Trillan, my favorite food writer, I ordered burnt ends and sausage. The ends, which are bits of smokey blackened beef brisket, were drenched in the gritty sauce and exploded with fat, lean,and flavor when popped in the mouth. It was such a monumental meal I could barely speak.

Comments: Post a Comment

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?