This thing was named, on a whim, Eating and Thinking. So far, there's been no mention of food. Thankfully, none of you have pointed this out to me, although some snarky comments would have been appropriate.
If you know me, you should be at least vaguely aware of the fact that I like BBQ. If you don't know me, let me state for the record, I like to eat BBQ. Now that that's out of the way, let's get to the eating.
The last few days, I've been in Murfreesboro and Nashville TN. I thought I was in for a treat, having already enjoyed some Memphis ribs a few weeks ago. This is where the title should start to make sense. The old saying is that pizza is like sex. Even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. That made a lot of sense in college, but having had really good pizza since then, we all know that it's not true.
I ate at three different BBQ places, and the only good things I can say is that it wasn't Taco Bell.Of the three, only one had meat that was worth mentioning, and that was on night three. It was like I saved the best for last. Night two saw a blackberry cobbler that was really quite delicious, but it didn't make up for the bland meat and forgettable sides.
Maybe I should have had pizza instead.
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