For the first time since my recent dental disaster I went to Phil’s BBQ to try me some chewin’ of the barbecue. And no, I didn’t eat alone. I met the Tapias there along with Mama and Papa Carvajal since it was Rodrigo’s idea in the first place. (He and Sylvia already wanted to go two days ago but they waited until I could join them. Such friends as these…)
I ordered a quarter chicken dinner with sides of beans and potato salad, all of which were really good. And I had almost no problems whatsoever with all that juicy and messy masticating. (Wipe that smile, Lisa.) It tasted as good as I remembered and I didn’t get a single drop on myself. (Your smile as well, Heather.) I needed a bit more moistness to my meat so Rodrigo was nice enough to share some of his sauce with me.
I give up.