Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Good BBQ!

This is a conversation I had last weekend with a friend of a friend. I don’t know what the conversation means – maybe he didn’t want to talk about it or maybe he is big guy who likes to talk about food above ANYTHING else.

Me:  We were going to have some barbecue from Goode Company tonight but things didn’t work out. It’s a shame because I haven’t had any good barbecue in quite some time.

Friend: My fiancé’s dad makes great barbecue. After my fiancé’s brother’s funeral, her dad made some brisket and sausage that was amazing.

Me: Her brother’s funeral?

Friend: Oh… yeah… he died. The barbecue afterwards was awesome though!

Me: When did he die?

Friend: Like 2 of 3 years ago, I guess. The sauce was homemade, too – it had just the right mixture of heat and sweetness. Just fantastic.

Me: What did he die of if you don’t mind me asking?

Friend: I don’t know… some sort of cancer or something… The best part: there was a bunch left over, and guess who got to take it home? That’s right! Me! I had barbecue for days afterwards.

He had fond memories of that barbecue.


  1. sounds like the 'special' bbq sauce also had some xanax in it! This doesn't even sound real. What a real winner there. Although, what if it really WAS the best bbq ever and we are judging hard....

  2. This certainly brought out quite a laugh! I mean, wow.


  3. Hm. I don't like that guy.