07-29-2008, 11:18 PM
It seems like I only get BBQ when I'm in Hell-A (and tasty, tasty meat-A-paloozas have been had in the Southland).
Tonight, I celebrated getting a refill of my prescription of Lipitor by having some Big Nate's BBQ. Frisco is lacking in the BBQ Arts, but Nate does a good job. Four hours later my hands still smell like a camp fire and my Great Huuuge Stomach is still happy. My recommendation is to get the "spicy" sauce.
Meat fans, where do you "Q"?
mt117
And someone please tell me what in the name of Our Cruel Elder Gods is that emoticon for?
Tonight, I celebrated getting a refill of my prescription of Lipitor by having some Big Nate's BBQ. Frisco is lacking in the BBQ Arts, but Nate does a good job. Four hours later my hands still smell like a camp fire and my Great Huuuge Stomach is still happy. My recommendation is to get the "spicy" sauce.
Meat fans, where do you "Q"?
mt117And someone please tell me what in the name of Our Cruel Elder Gods is that emoticon for?
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