You Know Who You Are.

I walked into your place late one evening with a couple of friends. It was still an hour and a half before your designated closing time and not another soul was dining. You said all the brisket and ribs were gone, but sausage was still available as was the day's smoked cabrito special. I asked for both and you proceeded to hastily shave what little meat was left from a goat's leg bone.



If dry, shaved, smokeless and flavorless meat that was in its prime several hours ago was all you could offer, why would you serve it? Worse yet, why would you charge someone for it? I'd rather be told you had run out of meat so I could have held onto my mostly positive outlook about you. I like to think positively, but that cabrito makes it hard.

- BBQ Snob