Before we left Cliff's nephew's house yesterday, his son Trevor wanted me to see some of his cool football moves. He had me say something... three words, but I don't recall what they were (sorry Trevor, and I'm also sorry if I'm mis-spelling your name)... and then he demonstrated his vicious tackle.
Needless to say, I was impressed.
It was after one o'clock when we hit the road: Cliff and me on the Honda, Charlene and Pat on the Harley, and Cliff's brother, Don, with his wife in her pickup (no, she doesn't allow him to drive it, but I won't go there). We were hungry. Cliff wanted barbecue, and asked the nephew's advice on where to find some. He directed us to Jack Stack Barbecue in Martin City.
No signs on the outside?
I was a bit uncomfortable sitting there with that picture on the wall above the guys, staring at me; must be the founder and his family... or maybe not. The picture looked somewhat threatening, and scenes from "The Godfather" kept flashing through my mind. But I managed to eat my half of the sampler meal Cliff and I ordered. Boy, did I manage!
Oh, Don and Pat got to discussing the movie "Wild Hogs", and that's what they're laughing at.
Must have been a really funny movie. They were laughing so hard, they were drawing the attention of other patrons in the restaurant.
The food was as good as any Kansas City barbecue I've had.
And after a great day, we bid Charlene and Pat goodbye. (No, I don't know what's going on with her mouth in this picture!)