Sauce has nothing to do with it.
But, but, but.... Barbecue sauce!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sauce has nothing to do with it.
But, but, but.... Barbecue sauce!
Did you get to Famous Dave's in Oakton before you left? Some may find the Upper Midwest kitsch a bit much (brings back memories for me), but they do various meats (including beef) in various styles (both tomato- and vinegar-base).
grumble grumble inferior meat not pit-roasted too dependent on sauces not that I have a dog in this race....
Ahem.
(Dave himself is a very nice man and a hell of a businessman, though.)
But, but, but.... Barbecue sauce!
I'm with you, ex-Internet Hubby. BBQ sauce -- YUM.
But, but, but.... Barbecue sauce!
The BBQ wears the sauce, the sauce does not wear it.
puh-kahn.
EAT IT!!
I remember the first (and only) time I tasted Northern "barbecue" in Milwaukee when I ordered ribs from a late-night delivery place while attending GenCon. Not only were no spices or sauces used, I suspect they actually boiled the meat to remove any natural flavor that might have resulted from grilling.
I'm with you, ex-Internet Hubby. BBQ sauce -- YUM.
Seriously. True barbecue should involve a bib. And possibly a hose-down afterward.
puh-kahn.
There is the rightness.
procrastinating
The BBQ wears the sauce, the sauce does not wear it.
This.
The BBQ wears the sauce, the sauce does not wear it.
Whoa.