This weekend was the National Capital BBQ Battle in DC where, in the shadow of the capital building, countless animals sacrificed themselves for the greater good. It was PETAs worst nightmare. Everywhere you looked there were dead animals on coals with ravenous looking residents staring hungrily at them from seemingly endless lines. The glaze of bbq sauce on everyone's faces was only matched by the glazed look in their eyes as they devoured the flesh - ribs, brisket, pulled pork... Chris had to fight the urge not to club me over the head and carry me home over his shoulder.
The best thing we ate had to be the ribs from Johnny Boy's Ribs, a restaurant in La Plata, MD. Unfortunately, the contestants in the battle were not selling their food, so we could only buy from the few restaurants who had set up shop. I thought the $10 cover charge was a bit much, although I imagine that paid for the bands. Thankfully the beer lines were much shorter than the food lines, otherwise it might have gotten ugly. Speaking of ugly, I wouldn't have wanted to be the cleanup staff at that place. Meat eaters are pigs. (You are what you eat and all that.)
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