September 5, 2011 Kansas City Barbeque

In spite of our desires otherwise, the time had come to deliver Roger and Karin back to the airport. Since our weekend had clearly been defined on where and what we were eating, Roger suggested that we close it out by going to the original Arthur Bryant's Barbecue place on Brooklyn Ave. It is right down the street from where the old ball park used to be.

That's exactly what we did.

It was great. People were lined up out the door - all kinds of people, tourists (like us), fancy people, people from the neighborhood, people who come there all the time (and are more than happy to tell others in line exactly what to do. They didn't tell us because we were in the know. Roger has been around the block a time or two, you understand. And he's 60. So he knows everything. Just ask him.)

Roger took a picture of Karin, CB and me completely satisfied and nearly in a BBQ coma. Doesn't CB look like the cat that swallowed the canary? I'm not sure what that grin is about except that he ate THE WHOLE THING and his tummy is very, very happy.

In case you were wondering, and I bet you were, I had the beef sandwich with baked beans.

It was a wonderful weekend with friends who are like family. Those are the best kind, don't you think? The family you choose for yourself.