Met A and E for bbq at the gobble gobble slurp meeeeeeat place on Friday.
The sweet waiter boy had the best “meat is murder” shirt as he served us our fred flintstone sized platters of ribs.
The neighbourhood is awash with hipster fedoras and other similar accoutrements. Like bacon-everything.
I can’t complain, though, if that hipster aesthetic gets me big meat and the best smoked bourbon sour ever.
Maybe the ONLY smoked bourbon sour ever.