Thursday, September 29, 2016

Weekend In Kansas City, Part III: Glorious Food.

Seven guys who love to eat visit the barbecue capital of the Midwest? I hope you’ve got your passport, because you’re about to leave the matrix.

First meal: Joe’s Barbecue. Above is the heart-stopping Hogomaniac. Most guys keep a condom in their wallet in case they get lucky. I keep a wet-nap.

14 hours later, and we started to get the shakes, so we stopped by LC’s on our way to the game.

LC’s ribs and burnt ends were outstanding. Though for Jews, the white bread felt like a hate crime.

Post-game dinner at Stroud’s. I don't really care which came first – the chicken or the egg. I’m just glad somebody decided both could be broken and fried.

The knockout punch: cinnamon rolls at Stroud’s. Sweet, yeasty goodness. (“Yeasty” is the best word. Use it three times and it’s yours.)

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