1 April, 2019. I was a very bored “plus one.” There I was, quite literally, at a crowded event not knowing one single person. I felt weary, and wondered why I’d agreed to tag along in the first place.
When I found my way to the bar it was almost empty, but minutes after claiming a stool the place was teeming with people. Friendly chatter filled the room; the growing clink of silverware and glasses meant everyone was getting served, and smiles around the bar told me everyone was happy. My mood, too, was improving.
I live in Kansas City, which means I live where barbecue is something of a religion. Average barbecue is no joking matter around here – we ardently believe this is the home of the best in the world, no matter what cooks in Texas and the Carolinas might say.
Happily, Jack Stack makes a mean barbecue. As I sipped a Dunkel and munched on excellent burnt ends, and chatted with the patrons seated both to my right and to my left, I discovered I was no longer bored, nor feeling quite so weary.
Good barbecue has that effect on me.
Uni-Ball Vision pen and Caran D’Ache crayons in Canton 180 sketchbook.