There was a guy used to tow a 250 gallon oil drum around behind his Buick Electra 225, and use it to cook ribs, which he sold to millworkers. I bought a lot of those ribs, for $3 a rack, on my way into work at Inland. He used charcoal and old wooden skids to cook the ribs, and I’m sure they had tons of toxic waste. They were gooooooood. Years later, I saw him cooking at Leons. Yep, tasty stuff. Keep the hot sauce away from nipples: verbum sat sapienti
Wad has always been partial to taking his life in his hands and eating Kenny’s Ribs. Specifically, the small tip meal.
Wad tries real hard not to think about the random bits of gristle that he’s masticating whilst proceeding to an early grave from coronary artery disease. Taste the greasy goodness… Plus they’re great for that drunken farting thing.
That and the only Kenny’s that doesn’t look like it needs to be closed by the health dept is the one in Lansing. The one in GriffLand looks like it’s operating from a DMZ. Some days, it smells like it too.
Though I’m not sure that soul food was popular in DeNang.
Good god, Wad just dr00ls at the thought of Kenny’s fries slathered in BBQ sauce…
Where in Ham-Land is this holy grail of BBQ?
Love BBQ… love it.
You should come down to the BBQ festival here in May!
I don’t eat meat anymore...but there are two things I miss - bacon and BBQ. After all, I was raised in Texas. Now? I’m hungry.
Putting Carson’s BBQ to shame? Not hard. It’s not that good. You know I’m a complete snob about BBQ, so I remain very skeptical about Leon’s.
Snidge, just a word of warning, the Yankees up here don’t know squat about BBQ. It’s way too sweet and sticky.
Now you just HUSH, Ms. Kaffy. I’ll have you know that Leon grew up in Mississippi, so this ain’t none of that fake stuff. I’m telling you, it was aMAZING. If they were opened on Sundays, we would SO be eating it for the Hair Party. In fact, I may just get some on Saturday and BRING it to the hair party. But do not fear the Leon’s.
Wad: 6247 Kennedy Ave. Few blocks north of Freddy’s.
My girlfriend is allergic to tomatos and peppers (chili and bell). Needless to say, BBQ is *not* on the menu… often.
And seriously, when I *can* break out and eat something tomatoy on my own… Pizza. Damn I miss the stuff sometimes.
Singin’ the Salsa Blues,
Dix
Yeah, I’m guessing the pizza out west leaves much to be desired.
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There was a guy used to tow a 250 gallon oil drum around behind his Buick Electra 225, and use it to cook ribs, which he sold to millworkers. I bought a lot of those ribs, for $3 a rack, on my way into work at Inland. He used charcoal and old wooden skids to cook the ribs, and I’m sure they had tons of toxic waste. They were gooooooood. Years later, I saw him cooking at Leons. Yep, tasty stuff. Keep the hot sauce away from nipples: verbum sat sapienti