Today, the journey certainly gave the destination a run for its money. My bud, Kevin, and I hit the best BBQ joint in central Ohio for lunch. As I left home, the sun shone blindingly on the snow that had fallen over night. Ten minutes later, the sun was gone and I was driving slowly through a line of heavy snow squalls.
Route 62 BBQ is the king, there isn't even a second. We both had a rack and a half of pork ribs, baked beans, smoked chicken and sausage gumbo (it's creator, Shorty, was sweet on Kev -- who could blame her?), he had cheesy potatoes, and I had the greens with smoked pork. For dessert we had a dozen smoked Buffalo wings. The whole feast was accompanied with huge corn muffins for butterin' and soppin'.
"Only in the midwest is overeating considered an act of heroism." -- Jack Nicholson
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