While my dad was here we thought we'd better let him in on one of the things that makes Kansas City famous. The Barbeque!
He's certainly had barbeque before, and of course he's cooked stuff ON the barbeque a billion times, but he hadn't ever had Arthur Bryant's--those of you from out here know that if you haven't eaten at Arthur Bryant's (or Oklahoma Joe's of course) you haven't really had true barbeque.
So we took him.
And I think he liked it.
He's eating ribs here. We had a platter with ribs, sausage and burnt ends. Mmmm burnt ends. Max likes it too.
I actually don't like going to this place that much, although the food is tasty. It's just really greasy in there, the people you have to order from always look at you like you're the dumbest idiot in the world, and somebody always tells me I can't sit where I want to. Oh, and at lunch the line goes out the door. That tells you something though, right? It sure tastes good.
I found out that people don't like to get interrupted while they're concentrating on ribs.
Which may be why I wasn't able to get a picture of Kris where he wasn't making some sort of ridiculous face.
No matter how hard I tried.
I guess he was trying to concentrate.
This is a decent picture though.
He's cute, even though he needs a haircut really bad.
Basically how this place works is that they give you a big plate full of meat--assorted or all the same, whatever you want. And then you have 3 or 4 squeeze bottles at each table that are filled with different kinds of bbq sauce--Arthur Bryant's signature sauces of course. So you can add whichever flavor sauce you want to your meat. The fries taste great when they're dipped in the bbq sauce too. They also give you as many slices of wonderbread as you want. Sound healthy? Oh yeah....
So we ate and ate--
and ate and ate
and showed Max how not to eat bones
and then when we were all ready to explode, we left.
It was good.
If you want to visit this place with us you'd better hurry up and get out here. Only a month left....
